Mary Ambree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBAA BBCA BDEA BBEA BBAA BBAA FFAA GGAA CCAA AAEA BBEA BBAA AAEA BBAA BBAA HIAA BBAA BBAA AAAA JJAA CCAA JJAAReliques of Ancient English Poetry vol ii p | A |
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When captaines couragious whom death cold not daunte | B |
Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt | B |
They mustred their souldiers by two and by three | A |
And the formost in battle was Mary Ambree | A |
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When the brave sergeant major was slaine in her sight | B |
Who was her true lover her joy and delight | B |
Because he was slaine most treacherouslie | C |
Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree | A |
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She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe | B |
In buffe of the bravest most seemelye to showe | D |
A faire shirt of male then slipped on shee | E |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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A helmett of proofe shee strait did provide | B |
A stronge arminge sword shee girt by her side | B |
On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett put shee | E |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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Then tooke shee her sworde and her targett in hand | B |
Bidding all such as wold to bee of her band | B |
To wayte on her person came thousand and three | A |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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My soldiers she saith soe valliant and bold | B |
Nowe followe your captaine whom you doe beholde | B |
Still formost in battell myselfe will I bee | A |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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Then cryed out her souldiers and loude they did say | F |
Soe well thou becomest this gallant array | F |
Thy harte and thy weapons so well do agree | A |
No mayden was ever like Mary Ambree | A |
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She cheared her souldiers that foughten for life | G |
With ancyent and standard with drum and with fife | G |
With brave clanging trumpetts that sounded so free | A |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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Before I will see the worst of you all | C |
To come into danger of death or of thrall | C |
This hand and this life I will venture so free | A |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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Shee ledd upp her souldiers in battaile array | A |
Gainst three times theyr number by breake of the daye | A |
Seven howers in skirmish continued shee | E |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott | B |
And her enemyes bodyes with bulletts so hott | B |
For one of her own men a score killed shee | E |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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And when her false gunner to spoyle her intent | B |
Away all her pellets and powder had sent | B |
Straight with her keen weapon she slasht him in three | A |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyre | A |
At length she was forced to make a retyre | A |
Then her souldiers into a strong castle drew shee | E |
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree | A |
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Her foes they besett her on everye side | B |
As thinking close siege shee cold never abide | B |
To beate down the walles they all did decree | A |
But stoutlye deffyd them brave Mary Ambree | A |
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Then tooke shee her sword and her targett in hand | B |
And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand | B |
There daring their captaines to match any three | A |
O what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree | A |
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Now saye English captaine what woldest thou give | H |
To ransome thy selfe which else must not live | I |
Come yield thy selfe quicklye or slaine thou must bee | A |
Then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree | A |
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Ye captaines couragious of valour so bold | B |
Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold | B |
A knight sir of England and captaine soe free | A |
Who shortlye with us a prisoner must bee | A |
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No captaine of England behold in your sight | B |
Two brests in my bosome and therefore no knight | B |
Noe knight sirs of England nor captaine you see | A |
But a poor simple mayden called Mary Ambree | A |
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But art thou a woman as thou dost declare | A |
Whose valor hath proved so undaunted in warre | A |
If England doth yield such brave maydens as thee | A |
Full well mey they conquer faire Mary Ambree | A |
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The Prince of Great Parma heard of her renowne | J |
Who long had advanced for England's fair crowne | J |
Hee wooed her and sued her his mistress to bee | A |
And offered rich presents to Mary Ambree | A |
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But this virtuous mayden despised them all | C |
'Ile nere sell my honour for purple nor pall | C |
A maiden of England sir never will bee | A |
The wench of a monarcke quoth Mary Ambree | A |
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Then to her owne country shee back did returne | J |
Still holding the foes of rare England in scorne | J |
Therfore English captaines of every degree | A |
Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree | A |
Andrew Lang
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