The Feud: A Border Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD EFE GHG IJI KLKL GMG NONO AG GGGGPQP GIG RSR GHGH GTGT AN UHUHNSNF PSPSSRSPGGGGVPVP SNSNGSGSGGGGNJNJHWHW M XGPGP RSR YSYSGGGGSJSJHPH AZFZ RN GGGG GVGV GGG DA2DA2 AGA GGSG B2C2B2C2 FSFS FFG SVSVZGZG FGFGGAGARMRMRD2RD2NE 2NE2NFNFSGSGGAGAGSGS GNGNGF2GF2GFGFGAGR| PLATE I | A |
| Rixa super mero | B |
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| They sat by their wine in the tavern that night | C |
| But not in good fellowship true | D |
| The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy bright | C |
| And hotter the argument grew | D |
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| 'I asked your consent when I first sought her hand | E |
| Nor did you refuse to agree | F |
| Tho' her father declared that the half of his land | E |
| Her dower at our wedding should be ' | - |
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| 'No dower shall be given the brother replied | G |
| With a maiden of beauty so rare | H |
| Nor yet shall my father my birthright divide | G |
| Our lands with a foeman to share ' | - |
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| The knight stood erect in the midst of the hall | I |
| And sterner his visage became | J |
| 'Now shame and dishonour my 'scutcheon befall | I |
| If thus I relinquish my claim ' | - |
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| The brother then drained a tall goblet of wine | K |
| And fiercely this answer he made | L |
| 'Before like a coward my rights I resign | K |
| I'll claim an appeal to the blade | L |
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| 'The passes at Yarrow are rugged and wide | G |
| There meet me to morrow alone | M |
| This quarrel we two with our swords will decide | G |
| And one shall this folly atone ' | - |
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| They've settled the time and they've settled the place | N |
| They've paid for the wine and the ale | O |
| They've bitten their gloves and their steps they retrace | N |
| To their castles in Ettrick's Vale | O |
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| PLATE II | A |
| Morituri te salutant | G |
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| Now buckle my broadsword at my side | G |
| And saddle my trusty steed | G |
| And bid me adieu my bonnie bride | G |
| To Yarrow I go with speed | G |
| 'I've passed through many a bloody fray | P |
| Unharmed in health or limb | Q |
| Then why's your brow so sad this day | P |
| And your dark eye so dim ' | - |
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| 'Oh belt not on your broadsword bright | G |
| Oh leave your steed in the stall | I |
| For I dreamt last night of a stubborn fight | G |
| And I dreamt I saw you fall ' | - |
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| 'On Yarrow's braes there will be strife | R |
| Yet I am safe from ill | S |
| And if I thought it would cost my life | R |
| I must take this journey still ' | - |
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| He turned his charger to depart | G |
| In the misty morning air | H |
| But he stood and pressed her to his heart | G |
| And smoothed her glossy hair | H |
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| And her red lips he fondly kissed | G |
| Beside the castle door | T |
| And he rode away in the morning mist | G |
| And he never saw her more | T |
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| PLATE III | A |
| Heu deserta domus | N |
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| She sits by the eastern casement now | U |
| And the sunlight enters there | H |
| And settles on her ivory brow | U |
| And gleams in her golden hair | H |
| On the deerskin rug the staghound lies | N |
| And dozes dreamily | S |
| And the quaint carved oak reflects the dyes | N |
| Of the curtain's canopy | F |
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| The lark has sprung from the new mown hay | P |
| And the plover's note is shrill | S |
| And the song of the mavis far away | P |
| Comes from the distant hill | S |
| And in the wide courtyard below | S |
| She heard the horses neigh | R |
| The men at arms pass to and fro | S |
| The scraps of border lay | P |
| She heard each boisterous oath and jest | G |
| The rough moss troopers made | G |
| Who scoured the rust from spur or crest | G |
| Or polished bit or blade | G |
| They loved her well those rugged men | V |
| How could they be so gay | P |
| When he perchance in some lone glen | V |
| Lay dying far away | P |
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| She was a fearless Border girl | S |
| Who from her earliest days | N |
| Had seen the banners oft unfurl | S |
| And the war beacons blaze | N |
| Had seen her father's men march out | G |
| Roused by the trumpet's call | S |
| And heard the foeman's savage shout | G |
| Close to their fortress wall | S |
| And when her kin were arming fast | G |
| Had belted many a brand | G |
| Why was her spirit now o'ercast | G |
| Where was her self command | G |
| She strove to quell those childish fears | N |
| Unworthy of her name | J |
| She dashed away the rising tears | N |
| And flushed with pride and shame | J |
| She rose and hurried down the stair | H |
| The castle yard to roam | W |
| And she met her elder sister there | H |
| Come from their father's home | W |
| 'Sister I've ridden here alone | M |
| Your lord and you to greet ' | - |
| 'Sister to Yarrow he has gone | X |
| Our brother there to meet | G |
| I dreamt last night of a stubborn fray | P |
| Where I saw him fall and bleed | G |
| And he rode away at break of day | P |
| With his broadsword and his steed ' | - |
| 'Oh sister dear there will be strife | R |
| Our brother likes him ill | S |
| And one or both must forfeit life | R |
| On Yarrow's lonely hill ' | - |
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| A stout moss trooper standing near | Y |
| Spoke with a careless smile | S |
| 'Now have no fear for my master dear | Y |
| He may travel many a mile | S |
| And those who ride on the Border side | G |
| Albeit they like him not | G |
| They know his mettle has oft been tried | G |
| Where blows were thick and hot | G |
| He left command that none should go | S |
| From hence till home he came | J |
| But lady the truth you soon shall know | S |
| If you will bear the blame | J |
| Your palfrey fair I'll saddle with care | H |
| Your sister shall ride the grey | P |
| And I'll mount myself on the sorrel mare | H |
| And to Yarrow we'll haste away ' | - |
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| The sun was low in the western sky | A |
| And steep was the mountain track | Z |
| But they rode from the castle rapidly | F |
| Oh how will they travel back | Z |
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| PLATE IV | R |
| Gaudia certaminis | N |
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| He came to the spot where his foe had agreed | G |
| To meet him in Yarrow's dark glade | G |
| And there he drew rein amd dismounted his steed | G |
| And fastened him under the shade | G |
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| Close by in the greenwood the ambush was set | G |
| And scarce had he entered the glen | V |
| When armed for the combat the brother he met | G |
| And with him were eight of his men | V |
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| 'Now swear to relinquish all claim to our land | G |
| Or to give as a hostage your bride | G |
| Or fly if you're able or yield where you stand | G |
| Or die as your betters have died ' | - |
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| His doublet and hat on the greensward he threw | D |
| He wrapt round the left arm his cloak | A2 |
| And out of its scabbard his broadsword he drew | D |
| And stood with his back to an oak | A2 |
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| 'My claim to your land I refuse to deny | A |
| Nor will I restore you my bride | G |
| Now will I surrender nor yet will I fly | A |
| Come on and the steel shall decide ' | - |
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| Oh sudden and sure were the blows that he dealt | G |
| Like lightning the sweep of his blade | G |
| Cut and thrust point and edge all around him they fell | S |
| They fell one by one in the glade | G |
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| And pierced in the gullet their leader goes down | B2 |
| And sinks with a curse on the plain | C2 |
| And his squire falls dead cut through headpiece and crown | B2 |
| And his groom by a back stroke is slain | C2 |
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| Now five are stretched lifeless disabled are three | F |
| Hard pressed see the last caitiff reel | S |
| The brother behind struggles up on one knee | F |
| And drives through his body the steel | S |
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| PLATE V | F |
| Non habeo mihi facta adhuc cur Herculis uxor | F |
| Credar coniugii mors mihi pignus erit | G |
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| The traitor's father heard the tale | S |
| In haste he mounted then | V |
| And spurred his horse from Ettrick Vale | S |
| To Yarrow's lonely glen | V |
| Some troopers followed in his track | Z |
| For them he tarried not | G |
| He neither halted nor looked back | Z |
| Until he found the spot | G |
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| The earth was trod and trampled bare | F |
| And stained with dark red dew | G |
| A broken blade lay here and there | F |
| A bonnet cut in two | G |
| And stretched in ghastly shapes around | G |
| The lifeless corpses lie | A |
| Some with their faces to the ground | G |
| And some towards the sky | A |
| And there the ancient Border chief | R |
| Stood silent and alone | M |
| Too stubborn to give way to grief | R |
| Too stern remorse to own | M |
| A soldier in the midst of strife | R |
| Since he had first drawn breath | D2 |
| He'd grown to undervalue life | R |
| And feel at home with death | D2 |
| And yet he shuddered when he saw | N |
| The work that had been done | E2 |
| He knew his fearless son in law | N |
| He knew his dastard son | E2 |
| Despite the failings of his race | N |
| A brave old man was he | F |
| Who would not stoop to actions base | N |
| And hated treachery | F |
| He loved his younger daughter well | S |
| And though severe and rude | G |
| For her sake he had tried to quell | S |
| That foolish Border feud | G |
| Her brother all his schemes had marred | G |
| And given his pledge the lie | A |
| And sense of justice struggled hard | G |
| With nature's stronger tie | A |
| He knew his son had richly earned | G |
| The stroke that laid him low | S |
| Yet had not quite forgiveness learned | G |
| For him that dealt the blow | S |
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| There came a tramp of horses' feet | G |
| He raised his startled eyes | N |
| And felt his pulses throb and beat | G |
| With sorrow and surprise | N |
| He saw his daughter riding fast | G |
| And from her steed she sprung | F2 |
| And on her lover's corpse she cast | G |
| Herself and round him clung | F2 |
| Her head she pillowed on his waist | G |
| And all her clustering hair | F |
| Hung down disordered by her haste | G |
| In silken masses there | F |
| Her sister and their sturdy guide | G |
| Dismounted and drew nigh | A |
| The elder daughter stood aside | G |
| Her tears fe | R |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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