Gordon Of Brackley Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG HIAAJKLK MNONMLHL PQLRQSTS AJHJMUJV WXMXXXSA DYBYDZBZ XXAXYXXX SXDXXHX A2JHXXHB2H

Down Deeside cam InverayeA
Whistlin' and playingB
An' called loud at Brackley gateC
Ere the day dawningB
Come Gordon of BrackleyD
Proud Gordon come downE
There's a sword at your thresholdF
Mair sharp than your ownG
-
Arise now gay GordonH
His lady 'gan cryI
Look here is bold InverayeA
Driving your kyeA
How can I go ladyJ
An' win them againK
When I have but ae swordL
And Inveraye tenK
-
Arise up my maidensM
Wi' roke and wi' fanN
How blest had I beenO
Had I married a manN
Arise up my maidensM
Tak' spear and tak' swordL
Go milk the ewes GordonH
An' I will be lordL
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The Gordon sprung upP
Wi' his helm on his headQ
Laid his hand on his swordL
An' his thigh on his steedR
An' he stooped low and saidQ
As he kissed his young dameS
There's a Gordon rides outT
That will never ride hameS
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There rode with fierce InverayeA
Thirty and threeJ
But wi' Brackley were naneH
But his brother and heJ
Twa gallanter GordonsM
Did never blade drawU
But against three and thirtyJ
Wae's me what are twaV
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Wi' sword and wi' daggerW
They rushed on him rudeX
The twa gallant GordonsM
Lie bathed in their bludeX
Frae the springs o' the DeeX
To the mouth o' the TayX
The Gordons mourn for himS
And curse InverayeA
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O were ye at BrackleyD
An' what saw ye thereY
Was his young widow weepingB
An' tearing her hairY
I looked in at BrackleyD
I looked in and ohZ
There was mirth there was feastingB
But naething o' woeZ
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As a rose bloomed the ladyX
An' blithe as a brideX
As a bridegroom bold InverayeA
Smiled by her sideX
Oh she feasted him thereY
As she ne'er feasted lordX
While the blood of her husbandX
Was moist on his swordX
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In her chamber she kept himS
Till morning grew grayX
Thro' the dark woods of BrackleyD
She shewed him the wayX
'Yon wild hill ' she saidX
'Where the sun's shining onH
Is the hill of GlentannerX
One kiss and begone '-
-
There's grief in the cottageA2
There's grief in the ha'J
For the gude gallant GordonH
That's dead an' awa'X
To the bush comes the budX
An' the flower to the plainH
But the gude and the braveB2
They come never againH

Andrew Lang



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