Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Balow my boy ly still and sleep	B
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep	B
If thou'lt be silent I'll be glad	C
Thy mourning makes my heart full sad	C
Balow my boy thy mother's joy	D
Thy father bred one great annoy	D
Balow my boy ly still and sleep	B
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep	B
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Balow my darling sleep a while	E
And when thou wak'st then sweetly smile	E
But smile not as thy father did	F
To cozen maids nay God forbid	F
For in thine eye his look I see	G
The tempting look that ruin'd me	G
Balow my boy etc	H
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When he began to court my love	I
And with his sugar'd words to move	J
His tempting face and flatt'ring chear	K
In time to me did not appear	K
But now I see that cruel he	G
Cares neither for his babe nor me	G
Balow my boy etc	H
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Fareweel fareaeel thou falsest youth	L
That ever kist a woman's mouth	M
Let never any after me	G
Submit unto thy courtesy	G
For if hey do O cruel thou	N
Wilt her abuse and care not how	N
Balow my boy etc	H
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I was too cred'lous at the first	O
To yield thee all a maiden durst	O
Thou swore for ever true to prove	J
Thy faith unchang'd unchang'd thy love	I
But quick as thought the change is wrought	P
Thy love's no mair thy promise nought	P
Balow my boy etc	H
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I wish I were a maid again	Q
From young men's flatt'ry I'd refrain	R
For now unto my grief I find	P
They all are perjur'd and unkind	P
Bewitching charms bred all my harms	S
Witness my babe lies in my arms	S
Balow my boy etc	H
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I take my fate from bad to worse	T
That I must needs be now a nurse	T
And lull my young son on my lap	U
From me sweet orphan take the pap	U
Balow my child thy mother mild	P
Shall wail as from all bliss exil'd	P
Balow my boy etc	H
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Balow my boy weep not for me	G
Whose greatest grief's for wronging thee	G
Nor pity her deserved smart	P
Who can blame none but her fond heart	P
For too soon tursting latest finds	V
With fairest tongues are falsest minds	V
Balow my boy etc	H
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Balow my boy thy father's fled	P
When he the thriftless son has played	P
Of vows and oaths forgetful he	G
Preferr'd the wars to thee and me	G
But now perhaps thy curse and mine	W
Make him eat acorns with the swine	W
Balow my boy etc	H
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But curse not him perhaps now he	G
Stung with remorse is blessing thee	G
Perhaps at death for who can tell	X
Whether the judge of heaven or hell	X
By some proud foe has struck the blow	Y
And laid the dear deceiver low	Y
Balow my boy etc	H
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I wish I were into the bounds	Z
Where he lies smother'd in his wounds	A2
Repeating as he pants for air	K
My name whom once he call'd his fair	K
No woman's yet so fiercely set	P
But she'll forgive though not forget	P
Balow my boy etc	H
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If linen lacks for my love's sake	B2
Then quickly to him would I make	B2
My smock once for his body meet	P
And wrap him in that winding sheet	P
Ah me how happy had I been	C2
If he had ne'er been wrapt therein	C2
Balow my boy etc	H
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Balow my boy I'll weep for thee	G
Too soon alake thou'lt weep for me	G
Thy griefs are growing to a sum	D2
God grant thee patience when they come	D2
Born to sustain thy mother's shame	E2
A hapless fate a bastard's name	E2
Balow my boy ly still and sleep	B
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep	B

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Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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