The Weary Wedding Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O daughter why do ye laugh and weepA
One with anotherB
For woe to wake and for will to sleepA
Mother my motherB
But weep ye winna the day ye wedC
One with anotherB
For tears are dry when the springs are deadC
Mother my motherB
Too long have your tears run down like rainD
One with anotherB
For a long love lost and a sweet love slainD
Mother my motherB
Too long have your tears dripped down like dewE
One with anotherB
For a knight that my sire and my brethren slewE
Mother my motherB
Let past things perish and dead griefs lieF
One with anotherB
O fain would I weep not and fain would I dieF
Mother my motherB
Fair gifts we give ye to laugh and liveG
One with anotherB
But sair and strange are the gifts I giveH
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give for your father's loveI
One with anotherB
Fruits full few and thorns enoughJ
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give for your mother's sakeK
One with anotherB
Tears to brew and tares to bakeK
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your sister JeanL
One with anotherB
A bier to build and a babe to weanL
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your sister NellM
One with anotherB
The end of life and beginning of hellM
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your sister KateN
One with anotherB
Earth's door and hell's gateN
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your brother WillO
One with anotherB
Life's grief and world's illO
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your brother HughE
One with anotherB
A bed of turf to turn intoE
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your brother JohnP
One with anotherB
The dust of death to feed uponP
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your bauld bridegroomQ
One with anotherB
A barren bed and an empty roomQ
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your bridegroom's friendR
One with anotherB
A weary foot to the weary endR
Mother my motherB
And what will ye give your blithe bridesmaidS
One with anotherB
Grief to sew and sorrow to braidS
Mother my motherB
And what will ye drink the day ye're wedC
One with anotherB
But ae drink of the wan well headC
Mother my motherB
And whatten a water is that to drawT
One with anotherB
We maun draw thereof a' we maun drink thereof a'U
Mother my motherB
And what shall ye pu' where the well rins deepA
One with anotherB
Green herb of death fine flower of sleepA
Mother my motherB
Are there ony fishes that swim thereinV
One with anotherB
The white fish grace and the red fish sinV
Mother my motherB
Are there ony birds that sing therebyF
One with anotherB
O when they come thither they sing till they dieF
Mother my motherB
Is there ony draw bucket to that well headC
One with anotherB
There's a wee well bucket hangs low by a threadC
Mother my motherB
And whatten a thread is that to spinV
One with anotherB
It's green for grace and it's black for sinV
Mother my motherB
And what will ye strew on your bride chamber floorW
One with anotherB
But one strewing and no moreW
Mother my motherB
And whatten a strewing shall that one beX
One with anotherB
The dust of earth and sand of the seaX
Mother my motherB
And what will ye take to build your bedC
One with anotherB
Sighing and shame and the bones of the deadC
Mother my motherB
And what will ye wear for your wedding gownY
One with anotherB
Grass for the green and dust for the brownY
Mother my motherB
And what will ye wear for your wedding laceZ
One with anotherB
A heavy heart and a hidden faceZ
Mother my motherB
And what will ye wear for a wreath to your headC
One with anotherB
Ash for the white and blood for the redC
Mother my motherB
And what will ye wear for your wedding ringA2
One with anotherB
A weary thought for a weary thingA2
Mother my motherB
And what shall the chimes and the bell ropes playB2
One with anotherB
A weary tune on a weary dayB2
Mother my motherB
And what shall be sung for your wedding songC2
One with anotherB
A weary word of a weary wrongC2
Mother my motherB
The world's way with me runs backD2
One with anotherB
Wedded in white and buried in blackD2
Mother my motherB
The world's day and the world's nightE2
One with anotherB
Wedded in black and buried in whiteE2
Mother my motherB
The world's bliss and the world's teenL
One with anotherB
It's red for white and it's black for greenL
Mother my motherB
The world's will and the world's wayB2
One with anotherB
It's sighing for night and crying for dayB2
Mother my motherB
The world's good and the world's worthF2
One with anotherB
It's earth to flesh and it's flesh to earthF2
Mother my motherB
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When she came out at the kirkyard gateN
One with anotherB
The bridegroom's mother was there in waitN
Mother my motherB
O mother where is my great green bedC
One with anotherB
Silk at the foot and gold at the headC
Mother my motherB
Yea it is ready the silk and the goldG2
One with anotherB
But line it well that I lie not coldG2
Mother my motherB
She laid her cheek to the velvet and vairB
One with anotherB
She laid her arms up under her hairB
Mother my motherB
Her gold hair fell through her arms fu' lowH2
One with anotherB
Lord God bring me out of woeH2
Mother my motherB
Her gold hair fell in the gay reeds greenL
One with anotherB
Lord God bring me out of teenL
Mother my motherB
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O mother where is my lady goneI2
One with anotherB
In the bride chamber she makes sore moanJ2
Mother my motherB
Her hair falls over the velvet and vairB
One with anotherB
Her great soft tears fall over her hairB
Mother my motherB
When he came into the bride's chamberB
One with anotherB
Her hands were like pale yellow amberB
Mother my motherB
Her tears made specks in the velvet and vairB
One with anotherB
The seeds of the reeds made specks in her hairB
Mother my motherB
He kissed her under the gold on her headC
One with anotherB
The lids of her eyes were like cold leadC
Mother my motherB
He kissed her under the fall of her chinV
One with anotherB
There was right little blood thereinV
Mother my motherB
He kissed her under her shoulder sweetK2
One with anotherB
Her throat was weak with little heatK2
Mother my motherB
He kissed her down by her breast flowers redC
One with anotherB
They were like river flowers deadC
Mother my motherB
What ails you now o' your weeping wifeL2
One with anotherB
It ails me sair o' my very lifeL2
Mother my motherB
What ails you now o' your weary waysM2
One with anotherB
It ails me sair o' my long life daysM2
Mother my motherB
Nay ye are young ye are over fairB
One with anotherB
Though I be young what needs ye careB
Mother my motherB
Nay ye are fair ye are over sweetK2
One with anotherB
Though I be fair what needs ye greetK2
Mother my motherB
Nay ye are mine while I hold my lifeL2
One with anotherB
O fool will ye marry the worm for a wifeL2
Mother my motherB
Nay ye are mine while I have my breathN2
One with anotherB
O fool will ye marry the dust of deathN2
Mother my motherB
Yea ye are mine we are handfast wedC
One with anotherB
Nay I am no man's nay I am deadC
Mother my motherB

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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