The Weary Wedding Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCBDBDBEBEBFBFB GBHBIBJBKBKBLBLBMBMB NBNBOBOBEBEBPBPBQBQB RBRBSBSBCBCBTBUBABAB VBVBFBFBCBCBVBVBWBWB XBXBCBCBYBYBZBZBCBCB A2BA2BB2BB2BC2BC2BD2 BD2BE2BE2BLBLBB2BB2B F2BF2B NBNBCBCBG2BG2BBBBBH2 BH2BLBLB I2BJ2BBBBBBBBBBBBBCB CBVBVBK2BK2BCBCBL2BL 2BM2BM2BBBBBK2BK2BL2 BL2BN2BN2BCBCBO daughter why do ye laugh and weep | A |
One with another | B |
For woe to wake and for will to sleep | A |
Mother my mother | B |
But weep ye winna the day ye wed | C |
One with another | B |
For tears are dry when the springs are dead | C |
Mother my mother | B |
Too long have your tears run down like rain | D |
One with another | B |
For a long love lost and a sweet love slain | D |
Mother my mother | B |
Too long have your tears dripped down like dew | E |
One with another | B |
For a knight that my sire and my brethren slew | E |
Mother my mother | B |
Let past things perish and dead griefs lie | F |
One with another | B |
O fain would I weep not and fain would I die | F |
Mother my mother | B |
Fair gifts we give ye to laugh and live | G |
One with another | B |
But sair and strange are the gifts I give | H |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give for your father's love | I |
One with another | B |
Fruits full few and thorns enough | J |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give for your mother's sake | K |
One with another | B |
Tears to brew and tares to bake | K |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your sister Jean | L |
One with another | B |
A bier to build and a babe to wean | L |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your sister Nell | M |
One with another | B |
The end of life and beginning of hell | M |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your sister Kate | N |
One with another | B |
Earth's door and hell's gate | N |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your brother Will | O |
One with another | B |
Life's grief and world's ill | O |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your brother Hugh | E |
One with another | B |
A bed of turf to turn into | E |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your brother John | P |
One with another | B |
The dust of death to feed upon | P |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your bauld bridegroom | Q |
One with another | B |
A barren bed and an empty room | Q |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your bridegroom's friend | R |
One with another | B |
A weary foot to the weary end | R |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye give your blithe bridesmaid | S |
One with another | B |
Grief to sew and sorrow to braid | S |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye drink the day ye're wed | C |
One with another | B |
But ae drink of the wan well head | C |
Mother my mother | B |
And whatten a water is that to draw | T |
One with another | B |
We maun draw thereof a' we maun drink thereof a' | U |
Mother my mother | B |
And what shall ye pu' where the well rins deep | A |
One with another | B |
Green herb of death fine flower of sleep | A |
Mother my mother | B |
Are there ony fishes that swim therein | V |
One with another | B |
The white fish grace and the red fish sin | V |
Mother my mother | B |
Are there ony birds that sing thereby | F |
One with another | B |
O when they come thither they sing till they die | F |
Mother my mother | B |
Is there ony draw bucket to that well head | C |
One with another | B |
There's a wee well bucket hangs low by a thread | C |
Mother my mother | B |
And whatten a thread is that to spin | V |
One with another | B |
It's green for grace and it's black for sin | V |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye strew on your bride chamber floor | W |
One with another | B |
But one strewing and no more | W |
Mother my mother | B |
And whatten a strewing shall that one be | X |
One with another | B |
The dust of earth and sand of the sea | X |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye take to build your bed | C |
One with another | B |
Sighing and shame and the bones of the dead | C |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye wear for your wedding gown | Y |
One with another | B |
Grass for the green and dust for the brown | Y |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye wear for your wedding lace | Z |
One with another | B |
A heavy heart and a hidden face | Z |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye wear for a wreath to your head | C |
One with another | B |
Ash for the white and blood for the red | C |
Mother my mother | B |
And what will ye wear for your wedding ring | A2 |
One with another | B |
A weary thought for a weary thing | A2 |
Mother my mother | B |
And what shall the chimes and the bell ropes play | B2 |
One with another | B |
A weary tune on a weary day | B2 |
Mother my mother | B |
And what shall be sung for your wedding song | C2 |
One with another | B |
A weary word of a weary wrong | C2 |
Mother my mother | B |
The world's way with me runs back | D2 |
One with another | B |
Wedded in white and buried in black | D2 |
Mother my mother | B |
The world's day and the world's night | E2 |
One with another | B |
Wedded in black and buried in white | E2 |
Mother my mother | B |
The world's bliss and the world's teen | L |
One with another | B |
It's red for white and it's black for green | L |
Mother my mother | B |
The world's will and the world's way | B2 |
One with another | B |
It's sighing for night and crying for day | B2 |
Mother my mother | B |
The world's good and the world's worth | F2 |
One with another | B |
It's earth to flesh and it's flesh to earth | F2 |
Mother my mother | B |
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When she came out at the kirkyard gate | N |
One with another | B |
The bridegroom's mother was there in wait | N |
Mother my mother | B |
O mother where is my great green bed | C |
One with another | B |
Silk at the foot and gold at the head | C |
Mother my mother | B |
Yea it is ready the silk and the gold | G2 |
One with another | B |
But line it well that I lie not cold | G2 |
Mother my mother | B |
She laid her cheek to the velvet and vair | B |
One with another | B |
She laid her arms up under her hair | B |
Mother my mother | B |
Her gold hair fell through her arms fu' low | H2 |
One with another | B |
Lord God bring me out of woe | H2 |
Mother my mother | B |
Her gold hair fell in the gay reeds green | L |
One with another | B |
Lord God bring me out of teen | L |
Mother my mother | B |
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O mother where is my lady gone | I2 |
One with another | B |
In the bride chamber she makes sore moan | J2 |
Mother my mother | B |
Her hair falls over the velvet and vair | B |
One with another | B |
Her great soft tears fall over her hair | B |
Mother my mother | B |
When he came into the bride's chamber | B |
One with another | B |
Her hands were like pale yellow amber | B |
Mother my mother | B |
Her tears made specks in the velvet and vair | B |
One with another | B |
The seeds of the reeds made specks in her hair | B |
Mother my mother | B |
He kissed her under the gold on her head | C |
One with another | B |
The lids of her eyes were like cold lead | C |
Mother my mother | B |
He kissed her under the fall of her chin | V |
One with another | B |
There was right little blood therein | V |
Mother my mother | B |
He kissed her under her shoulder sweet | K2 |
One with another | B |
Her throat was weak with little heat | K2 |
Mother my mother | B |
He kissed her down by her breast flowers red | C |
One with another | B |
They were like river flowers dead | C |
Mother my mother | B |
What ails you now o' your weeping wife | L2 |
One with another | B |
It ails me sair o' my very life | L2 |
Mother my mother | B |
What ails you now o' your weary ways | M2 |
One with another | B |
It ails me sair o' my long life days | M2 |
Mother my mother | B |
Nay ye are young ye are over fair | B |
One with another | B |
Though I be young what needs ye care | B |
Mother my mother | B |
Nay ye are fair ye are over sweet | K2 |
One with another | B |
Though I be fair what needs ye greet | K2 |
Mother my mother | B |
Nay ye are mine while I hold my life | L2 |
One with another | B |
O fool will ye marry the worm for a wife | L2 |
Mother my mother | B |
Nay ye are mine while I have my breath | N2 |
One with another | B |
O fool will ye marry the dust of death | N2 |
Mother my mother | B |
Yea ye are mine we are handfast wed | C |
One with another | B |
Nay I am no man's nay I am dead | C |
Mother my mother | B |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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