Kinmont Willie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O have ye na heard o the fause SakeldeB
O have ye na heard o the keen Lord ScroopC
How they hae taen bauld Kinmont WillieD
On Hairibee to hang him upC
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Had Willie had but twenty menE
But twenty men as stout as beD
Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taenE
Wi eight score in his companieE
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They band his legs beneath the steedB
They tied his hands behind his backF
They guarded him fivesome on each sideB
And they brought him ower the Liddel rackF
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They led him thro the Liddel rackF
And also thro the Carlisle sandsG
They brought him to Carlisle castellH
To be at my Lord Scroope's commandsG
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My hands are tied but my tongue is freeD
And whae will dare this deed avowI
Or answer by the border lawJ
Or answer to the bauld BuccleuchK
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Now haud thy tongue thou rank reiverD
There's never a Scot shall set ye freeD
Before ye cross my castle yateB
I trow ye shall take farewell o meD
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Fear na ye that my lord quo WillieD
By the faith o my body Lord Scroope he saidB
I never yet lodged in a hostelrieD
But I paid my lawing before I gaedB
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Now word is gane to the bauld KeeperD
In Branksome Ha where that he layL
That Lord Scroope has taen the Kinmont WillieD
Between the hours of night and dayL
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He has taen the table wi his handB
He garrd the red wine spring on hieM
Now Christ's curse on my head he saidB
But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll beD
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O is my basnet a widow's curchK
Or my lance a wand of the willow treeD
Or my arm a lady's lilye handB
That an English lord should lightly meD
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And have they taen him Kinmont WillieD
Against the truce of Border tideB
And forgotten that the bauld BacleuchK
Is keeper here on the Scottish sideB
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And have they een taen him Kinmont WillieD
Withouten either dread or fearD
And forgotten that the bauld BacleuchK
Can back a steed or shake a spearD
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O were there war between the landsG
As well I wot that there is noneE
I would slight Carlisle castell highA
Tho it were builded of marble stoneE
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I would set that castell in a lowN
And sloken it with English bloodB
There's nevir a man in CumberlandB
Should ken where Carlisle castell stoodB
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But since nae war's between the landsG
And there is peace and peace should beD
I'll neither harm English lad or lassO
And yet the Kinmont freed shall beD
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He has calld him forty marchmen bauldB
I trow they were of his ain nameP
Except Sir Gilbert Elliot calldB
The Laird of Stobs I mean the sameP
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He has calld him forty marchmen bauldB
Were kinsmen to the bauld BuccleuchK
With spur on heel and splent on spauldB
And gleuves of green and feathers blueQ
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There were five and five before them a'R
Wi hunting horns and bugles brightB
And five and five came wi BuccleuchK
Like Warden's men arrayed for fightB
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And five and five like a mason gangS
That carried the ladders lang and hieM
And five and five like broken menE
And so they reached the WoodhouseleeQ
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And as we crossd the Bateable LandB
When to the English side we heldB
The first o men that we met wiT
Whae sould it be but fause SakeldeB
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Where be ye gaun ye hunters keenE
Quo fause Sakelde come tell to meD
We go to hunt an English stagU
Has trespassed on the Scots countrieD
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Where be ye gaun ye marshal menE
Quo fause Sakelde come tell me trueD
We go to catch a rank reiverD
Has broken faith wi the bauld BuccleuchK
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Where are ye gaun ye mason ladsV
Wi a' your ladders lang and hieM
We gang to herry a corbie's nestB
That wons not far frae WoodhouseleeQ
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Where be ye gaun ye broken menE
Quo fause Sakelde come tell to meD
Now Dickie of Dryhope led that bandB
And the nevir a word o lear had heD
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Why trespass ye on the English sideB
Row footed outlaws stand quo heD
The neer a word had Dickie to sayL
Sae he thrust the lance thro his fause bodieD
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Then on we held for Carlisle tounE
And at Staneshaw bank the Eden we crossdD
The water was great and meikle of spaitD
But the nevir a horse nor man we lostD
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And when we reachd the Staneshaw bankW
The wind was rising loud and hieD
And there the laird garrd leave our steedsX
For fear that they should stamp and nieE
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And when we left the Staneshaw bankW
The wind began full loud to blawQ
But 'twas wind and weet and fire and sleetD
When we came beneath the castell waT
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We crept on knees and held our breathY
Till we placed the ladders against the waT
And sae ready was Buccleuch himsellQ
To mount she first before us a'R
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He has taen the watchman by the throatD
He flung him down upon the leadD
Had there not been peace between our landsG
Upon the other side thou hadst gaedD
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Now sound out trumpets quo BuccleuchK
Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilieQ
Then loud the warden's trumpet blewQ
O whae dare meddle wi meE
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Then speedilie to wark we gaedD
And raised the slogan ane and a'R
And cut a hole through a sheet of leadD
And so we wan to the castel haT
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They thought King James and a' his menE
Had won the house wi bow and speirD
It was but twenty Scots and tenE
That put a thousand in sic a stearD
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Wi coulters and wi fore hammersZ
We garrd the bars bang merrilieQ
Until we came to the inner prisonE
Where Willie o Kinmont he did lieQ
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And when we came to the lower prisonE
Where Willie o Kinmont he did lieQ
O sleep ye wake ye Kinmont WillieQ
Upon the morn that thou's to dieQ
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O I sleep saft and I wake aftD
It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae meQ
Gie my service back to my wyfe and bairnsZ
And a' gude fellows that speer for meQ
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Then Red Rowan has hente him upC
The starkest man in TeviotdaleQ
Abide abide now Red RowanE
Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewellQ
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Farewell farewell my gude Lord ScroopeC
My gude Lord Scroope farewell he criedD
I'll pay you for my lodging maillQ
When first we meet on the border sideD
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Then shoulder high with shout and cryQ
We bore him down the ladder langS
At every stride Red Rowan madeD
I wot the Kinmont's airms playd clangS
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O mony a time quo Kinmont WillieQ
I have ridden horse baith wild and woodD
But a rougher beast than Red RowanE
I ween my legs have neer bestrodeD
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And mony a time quo Kinmont WillieQ
I've pricked a horse out oure the fursZ
But since the day I backed a steedD
I nevir wore sic cumbrous spursZ
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We scarce had won the Staneshaw bankW
When a' the Carlisle bells were rungA2
And a thousand men in horse and footD
Cam wi the keen Lord Scroope alongB2
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Buccleuch has turned to Eden WaterD
Even where it flowd frae bank to brimC2
And he has plunged in wi a' his bandD
And safely swam them thro the streamD2
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He turned him on the other sideD
And at Lord Scroope his glove flung heQ
If ye like na my visit in merry EnglandD
In fair Scotland come visit meQ
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All sore astonished stood Lord ScroopeC
He stood as still as rock of staneE
He scarcely dared to trew his eyesZ
When thro the water they had ganeE
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He is either himsell a devil frae hellQ
Or else his mother a witch maun beQ
I wad na have ridden that wan waterD
For a' the gowd in ChristentieD

Andrew Lang



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