The Weary Wedding Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCBDBDBEBEBFBFB GBHBIBJBKBKBLBLBMBMB NBNBOBOBEBEBPBPBQBQB RBRBSBSBCBCBTBUBABAB VBVBFBFBCBCBVBVBWBWB XBXBCBCBYBYBZBZBCBCB A2BA2BB2BB2BC2BC2BD2 BD2BE2BE2BLBLBB2BB2B F2BF2B NBNBCBCBG2BG2BBBBBH2 BH2BLBLB I2BJ2BBBBBBBBBBBBBCB CBVBVBK2BK2BCBCBL2BL 2BM2BM2BBBBBK2BK2BL2 BL2BN2BN2BCBCB| O 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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