Mary Ambree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry vol ii pA
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When captaines couragious whom death cold not daunteB
Did march to the siege of the citty of GauntB
They mustred their souldiers by two and by threeA
And the formost in battle was Mary AmbreeA
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When the brave sergeant major was slaine in her sightB
Who was her true lover her joy and delightB
Because he was slaine most treacherouslieC
Then vowd to revenge him Mary AmbreeA
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She clothed herselfe from the top to the toeB
In buffe of the bravest most seemelye to showeD
A faire shirt of male then slipped on sheeE
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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A helmett of proofe shee strait did provideB
A stronge arminge sword shee girt by her sideB
On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett put sheeE
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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Then tooke shee her sworde and her targett in handB
Bidding all such as wold to bee of her bandB
To wayte on her person came thousand and threeA
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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My soldiers she saith soe valliant and boldB
Nowe followe your captaine whom you doe beholdeB
Still formost in battell myselfe will I beeA
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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Then cryed out her souldiers and loude they did sayF
Soe well thou becomest this gallant arrayF
Thy harte and thy weapons so well do agreeA
No mayden was ever like Mary AmbreeA
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She cheared her souldiers that foughten for lifeG
With ancyent and standard with drum and with fifeG
With brave clanging trumpetts that sounded so freeA
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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Before I will see the worst of you allC
To come into danger of death or of thrallC
This hand and this life I will venture so freeA
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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Shee ledd upp her souldiers in battaile arrayA
Gainst three times theyr number by breake of the dayeA
Seven howers in skirmish continued sheeE
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shottB
And her enemyes bodyes with bulletts so hottB
For one of her own men a score killed sheeE
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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And when her false gunner to spoyle her intentB
Away all her pellets and powder had sentB
Straight with her keen weapon she slasht him in threeA
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyreA
At length she was forced to make a retyreA
Then her souldiers into a strong castle drew sheeE
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary AmbreeA
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Her foes they besett her on everye sideB
As thinking close siege shee cold never abideB
To beate down the walles they all did decreeA
But stoutlye deffyd them brave Mary AmbreeA
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Then tooke shee her sword and her targett in handB
And mounting the walls all undaunted did standB
There daring their captaines to match any threeA
O what a brave captaine was Mary AmbreeA
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Now saye English captaine what woldest thou giveH
To ransome thy selfe which else must not liveI
Come yield thy selfe quicklye or slaine thou must beeA
Then smiled sweetlye brave Mary AmbreeA
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Ye captaines couragious of valour so boldB
Whom thinke you before you now you doe beholdB
A knight sir of England and captaine soe freeA
Who shortlye with us a prisoner must beeA
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No captaine of England behold in your sightB
Two brests in my bosome and therefore no knightB
Noe knight sirs of England nor captaine you seeA
But a poor simple mayden called Mary AmbreeA
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But art thou a woman as thou dost declareA
Whose valor hath proved so undaunted in warreA
If England doth yield such brave maydens as theeA
Full well mey they conquer faire Mary AmbreeA
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The Prince of Great Parma heard of her renowneJ
Who long had advanced for England's fair crowneJ
Hee wooed her and sued her his mistress to beeA
And offered rich presents to Mary AmbreeA
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But this virtuous mayden despised them allC
'Ile nere sell my honour for purple nor pallC
A maiden of England sir never will beeA
The wench of a monarcke quoth Mary AmbreeA
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Then to her owne country shee back did returneJ
Still holding the foes of rare England in scorneJ
Therfore English captaines of every degreeA
Sing forth the brave valours of Mary AmbreeA

Andrew Lang



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