Gordon Of Brackley Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG HIAAJKLK MNONMLHL PQLRQSTS AJHJMUJV WXMXXXSA DYBYDZBZ XXAXYXXX SXDXXHX A2JHXXHB2HDown Deeside cam Inveraye | A |
Whistlin' and playing | B |
An' called loud at Brackley gate | C |
Ere the day dawning | B |
Come Gordon of Brackley | D |
Proud Gordon come down | E |
There's a sword at your threshold | F |
Mair sharp than your own | G |
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Arise now gay Gordon | H |
His lady 'gan cry | I |
Look here is bold Inveraye | A |
Driving your kye | A |
How can I go lady | J |
An' win them again | K |
When I have but ae sword | L |
And Inveraye ten | K |
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Arise up my maidens | M |
Wi' roke and wi' fan | N |
How blest had I been | O |
Had I married a man | N |
Arise up my maidens | M |
Tak' spear and tak' sword | L |
Go milk the ewes Gordon | H |
An' I will be lord | L |
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The Gordon sprung up | P |
Wi' his helm on his head | Q |
Laid his hand on his sword | L |
An' his thigh on his steed | R |
An' he stooped low and said | Q |
As he kissed his young dame | S |
There's a Gordon rides out | T |
That will never ride hame | S |
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There rode with fierce Inveraye | A |
Thirty and three | J |
But wi' Brackley were nane | H |
But his brother and he | J |
Twa gallanter Gordons | M |
Did never blade draw | U |
But against three and thirty | J |
Wae's me what are twa | V |
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Wi' sword and wi' dagger | W |
They rushed on him rude | X |
The twa gallant Gordons | M |
Lie bathed in their blude | X |
Frae the springs o' the Dee | X |
To the mouth o' the Tay | X |
The Gordons mourn for him | S |
And curse Inveraye | A |
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O were ye at Brackley | D |
An' what saw ye there | Y |
Was his young widow weeping | B |
An' tearing her hair | Y |
I looked in at Brackley | D |
I looked in and oh | Z |
There was mirth there was feasting | B |
But naething o' woe | Z |
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As a rose bloomed the lady | X |
An' blithe as a bride | X |
As a bridegroom bold Inveraye | A |
Smiled by her side | X |
Oh she feasted him there | Y |
As she ne'er feasted lord | X |
While the blood of her husband | X |
Was moist on his sword | X |
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In her chamber she kept him | S |
Till morning grew gray | X |
Thro' the dark woods of Brackley | D |
She shewed him the way | X |
'Yon wild hill ' she said | X |
'Where the sun's shining on | H |
Is the hill of Glentanner | X |
One kiss and begone ' | - |
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There's grief in the cottage | A2 |
There's grief in the ha' | J |
For the gude gallant Gordon | H |
That's dead an' awa' | X |
To the bush comes the bud | X |
An' the flower to the plain | H |
But the gude and the brave | B2 |
They come never again | H |
Andrew Lang
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