Jamie Telfer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Child vol vi Early EditionA
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It fell about the Martinmas tydeB
When our Border steeds get corn and hayC
The captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to rydeB
And he's ower to Tividale to drive a preyC
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The first ae guide that they met wi'D
It was high up HardhaughswireC
The second guide that we met wi'D
It was laigh down in Borthwick waterC
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What tidings what tidings my trusty guideB
Nae tidings nae tidings I hae to theeE
But gin ye'll gae to the fair DodheadB
Mony a cow's cauf I'll let thee seeE
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And whan they cam to the fair DodheadB
Right hastily they clam the peelF
They loosed the kye out ane and a'G
And ranshackled the house right weelF
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Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sairC
The tear aye rowing in his e'eE
He pled wi' the captain to hae his gearC
Or else revenged he wad beE
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The captain turned him round and leughH
Said Man there's naething in thy houseI
But ae auld sword without a sheathJ
That hardly now wad fell a mouseI
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The sun was na up but the moon was downK
It was the gryming o' a new fa'n snawK
Jamie Telfer has run three myles a footB
Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'C
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And whan he cam to the fair tower yateB
He shouted loud and cried weel hieC
Till out bespak auld Gibby ElliotB
Wha's this that brings the fraye to meE
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It's I Jamie Telfer o' the fair DodheadB
And a harried man I think I beE
There's naething left at the fair DodheadB
But a waefu' wife and bairnies threeE
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Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha'C
For succour ye'se get nane frae meE
Gae seek your succour where ye paid black mailF
For man ye ne'er paid money to meE
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Jamie has turned him round aboutB
I wat the tear blinded his e'eE
I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot againK
And the fair Dodhead I'll never seeE
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My hounds may a' rin masterlessE
My hawks may fly frae tree to treeE
My lord may grip my vassal landsE
For there again maun I never beE
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He has turned him to the Tiviot sideB
E'en as fast as he could drieE
Till he came to the Coultart CleughH
And there he shouted baith loud and hieC
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Then up bespak him auld Jock GrieveH
Wha's this that brings the fray to meE
It's I Jamie Telfer o' the fair DodheadB
A harried man I trow I beE
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There's naething left in the fair DodheadB
But a greeting wife and bairnies threeE
And sax poor ca's stand in the sta'B
A' routing loud for their minnieE
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Alack a wae quo' auld Jock GrieveH
Alack my heart is sair for theeE
For I was married on the elder sisterE
And you on the youngest of a' the threeE
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Then he has ta'en out a bonny blackL
Was right weel fed wi' corn and hayC
And he's set Jamie Telfer on his backL
To the Catslockhill to tak' the frayC
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And whan he cam to the CatslockhillF
He shouted loud and weel cried heE
Till out and spak him William's WatB
O wha's this brings the fraye to meE
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It's I Jamie Telfer o' the fair DodheadB
A harried man I think I beE
The captain of Bewcastle has driven my gearE
For God's sake rise and succour meE
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Alas for wae quo' William's WatB
Alack for thee my heart is sairE
I never cam by the fair DodheadB
That ever I fand thy basket bareE
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He's set his twa sons on coal black steedsE
Himsel' upon a freckled grayE
And they are on wi Jamie TelferE
To Branksome Ha to tak the frayE
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And whan they cam to Branksome Ha'E
They shouted a' baith loud and hieE
Till up and spak him auld BuccleuchM
Said Wha's this brings the fray to meE
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It's I Jamie Telfer o' the fair DodheadB
And a harried man I think I beE
There's nought left in the fair DodheadB
But a greeting wife and bairnies threeE
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Alack for wae quoth the gude auld lordB
And ever my heart is wae for theeE
But fye gar cry on Willie my sonK
And see that he come to me speedilieF
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Gar warn the water braid and wideB
Gar warn it soon and hastilyF
They that winna ride for Telfer's kyeN
Let them never look in the face o' meF
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Warn Wat o' Harden and his sonsE
Wi' them will Borthwick water rideB
Warn Gaudilands and AllanhaughE
And Gilmanscleugh and CommonsideB
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Ride by the gate at PriesthaughswireE
And warn the Currors o' the LeeF
As ye come down the Hermitage SlackL
Warn doughty Willie o' GorrinberyE
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The Scots they rade the Scots they ranK
Sae starkly and sae steadilieF
And aye the ower word o' the thrangL
Was Rise for Branksome readilieF
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The gear was driven the Frostylee upO
Frae the Frostylee unto the plainK
Whan Willie has looked his men beforeE
And saw the kye right fast drivingL
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Wha drives thir kye 'gan Willie sayE
To mak an outspeckle o' meF
It's I the captain o' Bewcastle WillieF
I winna layne my name for theeF
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O will ye let Telfer's kye gae backL
Or will ye do aught for regard o' meF
Or by the faith o' my body quo' Willie ScottB
I se ware my dame's cauf's skin on theeF
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I winna let the kye gae backL
Neither for thy love nor yet thy fearE
But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kyeN
In spite of every Scot that's hereE
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Set on them lads quo' Willie thanK
Fye lads set on them cruellieF
For ere they win to the RitterfordB
Mony a toom saddle there sall beF
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But Willie was stricken ower the headB
And through the knapscap the sword has ganeK
And Harden grat for very rageP
Whan Willie on the ground lay slainK
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But he's ta'en aff his gude steel capQ
And thrice he's waved it in the airE
The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair whiteB
Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hairE
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Revenge revenge auld Wat 'gan cryE
Fye lads lay on them cruellieF
We'll ne'er see Tiviotside againK
Or Willie's death revenged shall beF
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O mony a horse ran masterlessE
The splintered lances flew on hieE
But or they wan to the Kershope fordB
The Scots had gotten the victoryF
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John o' Brigham there was slainK
And John o' Barlow as I hear sayE
And thirty mae o' the captain's menK
Lay bleeding on the grund that dayE
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The captain was run thro' the thick of the thighE
And broken was his right leg baneK
If he had lived this hundred yearE
He had never been loved by woman againK
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Hae back thy kye the captain saidB
Dear kye I trow to some they beF
For gin I suld live a hundred yearsE
There will ne'er fair lady smile on meF
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Then word is gane to the captain's brideB
Even in the bower where that she layE
That her lord was prisoner in enemy's landB
Since into Tividale he had led the wayE
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I wad lourd have had a winding sheetB
And helped to put it ower his headB
Ere he had been disgraced by the Border ScotB
When he ower Liddel his men did leadB
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There was a wild gallant amang us a'G
His name was Watty wi' the WudspursE
Cried On for his house in StanegirthsideB
If ony man will ride with usE
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When they cam to the StanegirthsideB
They dang wi' trees and burst the doorE
They loosed out a' the captain's kyeN
And set them forth our lads beforeE
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There was an auld wife ayont the fireE
A wee bit o' the captain's kinK
Wha daur loose out the captain's kyeN
Or answer to him and his menK
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It's I Watty Wudspurs loose the kyeN
I winna layne my name frae theeF
And I will loose out the captain's kyeN
In scorn of a' his men and heF
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When they cam to the fair DodheadB
They were a wellcum sight to seeF
For instead of his ain ten milk kyeN
Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and threeF
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And he has paid the rescue shotB
Baith wi' goud and white monieK
And at the burial o' Willie ScottB
I wot was mony a weeping e'eF

Andrew Lang



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