Love Gregor; Or, The Lass Of Lochroyan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCAC DEFE BCAC DEFE GAHA GEIE JCKC LFCF MFDF FCNC NAKA KAOA HFJF PFCF HQLQ FFAF FAHA RCKC KFSF FCHA CDCD ACAC AAAA PDAD DFCF NDTD NFTF DCDA| Child Part III p | A |
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| O wha will shoe my fu' fair foot | B |
| And wha will glove my hand | C |
| And wha will lace my middle jimp | A |
| Wi' the new made London band | C |
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| And wha will kaim my yellow hair | D |
| Wi' the new made silver kaim | E |
| And wha will father my young son | F |
| Till Love Gregor come hame | E |
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| Your father will shoe your fu' fair foot | B |
| Your mother will glove your hand | C |
| Your sister will lace your middle jimp | A |
| Wi' the new made London band | C |
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| Your brother will kaim your yellow hair | D |
| Wi' the new made silver kaim | E |
| And the king of heaven will father your bairn | F |
| Till Love Gregor come haim | E |
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| But I will get a bonny boat | G |
| And I will sail the sea | A |
| For I maun gang to Love Gregor | H |
| Since he canno come hame to me | A |
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| O she has gotten a bonny boat | G |
| And sailld the sa't sea fame | E |
| She langd to see her ain true love | I |
| Since he could no come hame | E |
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| O row your boat my mariners | J |
| And bring me to the land | C |
| For yonder I see my love's castle | K |
| Close by the sa't sea strand | C |
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| She has ta'en her young son in her arms | L |
| And to the door she's gone | F |
| And lang she's knocked and sair she ca'd | C |
| But answer got she none | F |
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| O open the door Love Gregor she says | M |
| O open and let me in | F |
| For the wind blaws thro' my yellow hair | D |
| And the rain draps o'er my chin | F |
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| Awa awa ye ill woman | F |
| You'r nae come here for good | C |
| You'r but some witch or wile warlock | N |
| Or mer maid of the flood | C |
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| I am neither a witch nor a wile warlock | N |
| Nor mer maid of the sea | A |
| I am Fair Annie of Rough Royal | K |
| O open the door to me | A |
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| Gin ye be Annie of Rough Royal | K |
| And I trust ye are not she | A |
| Now tell me some of the love tokens | O |
| That past between you and me | A |
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| O dinna you mind now Love Gregor | H |
| When we sat at the wine | F |
| How we changed the rings frae our fingers | J |
| And I can show thee thine | F |
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| O yours was good and good enough | P |
| But ay the best was mine | F |
| For yours was o' the good red goud | C |
| But mine o' the diamonds fine | F |
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| But open the door now Love Gregor | H |
| O open the door I pray | Q |
| For your young son that is in my arms | L |
| Will be dead ere it be day | Q |
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| Awa awa ye ill woman | F |
| For here ye shanno win in | F |
| Gae drown ye in the raging sea | A |
| Or hang on the gallows pin | F |
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| When the cock had crawn and day did dawn | F |
| And the sun began to peep | A |
| Then up he rose him Love Gregor | H |
| And sair sair did he weep | A |
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| O I dreamd a dream my mother dear | R |
| The thoughts o' it gars me greet | C |
| That Fair Annie of Rough Royal | K |
| Lay cauld dead at my feet | C |
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| Gin it be for Annie of Rough Royal | K |
| That ye make a' this din | F |
| She stood a' last night at this door | S |
| But I trow she wan no in | F |
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| O wae betide ye ill woman | F |
| An ill dead may ye die | C |
| That ye woudno open the door to her | H |
| Nor yet woud waken me | A |
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| O he has gone down to yon shore side | C |
| As fast as he could fare | D |
| He saw Fair Annie in her boat | C |
| But the wind it tossd her sair | D |
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| And Hey Annie and How Annie | A |
| O Annie winna ye bide | C |
| But ay the mair that he cried Annie | A |
| The braider grew the tide | C |
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| And Hey Annie and How Annie | A |
| Dear Annie speak to me | A |
| But ay the louder he cried Annie | A |
| The louder roard the sea | A |
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| The wind blew loud the sea grew rough | P |
| And dashd the boat on shore | D |
| Fair Annie floats on the raging sea | A |
| But her young son rose no more | D |
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| Love Gregor tare his yellow hair | D |
| And made a heavy moan | F |
| Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet | C |
| But his bonny young son was gone | F |
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| O cherry cherry was her cheek | N |
| And gowden was her hair | D |
| But clay cold were her rosey lips | T |
| Nae spark of life was there | D |
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| And first he's kissd her cherry cheek | N |
| And neist he's kissed her chin | F |
| And saftly pressd her rosey lips | T |
| But there was nae breath within | F |
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| O wae betide my cruel mother | D |
| And an ill dead may she die | C |
| For she turnd my true love frae my door | D |
| When she came sae far to me | A |
Andrew Lang
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