May Colven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEFG HIJI KALA KAMA KKAN KKAN KAKA OAPA KKHQ KAQA QAHQ QKKK KEQG QAQA RQQQ SAKA

Child Part I pA
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False Sir John a wooing cameB
To a maid of beauty fairC
May Colven was this lady's nameB
Her father's only heirC
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He wood her butt he wood her benD
He wood her in the haE
Until he got this lady's consentF
To mount and ride awaG
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He went down to her father's bowerH
Where all the steeds did standI
And he's taken one of the best steedsJ
That was in her father's landI
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He's got on and she's got onK
As fast as they could fleeA
Until they came to a lonesome partL
A rock by the side of the seaA
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Loup off the steed says false Sir JohnK
Your bridal bed you seeA
For I have drowned seven young ladiesM
The eighth one you shall beA
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Cast off cast off my May ColvenK
All and your silken gownK
For it's oer good and oer costlyA
To rot in the salt sea foamN
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Cast off cast off my May ColvenK
All and your embroiderd shoenK
For oer good and oer costlyA
To rot in the salt sea foamN
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O turn you about O false Sir JohnK
And look to the leaf of the treeA
For it never became a gentlemanK
A naked woman to seeA
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He turned himself straight round aboutO
To look to the leaf of the treeA
So swift as May Colven wasP
To throw him in the seaA
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O help O help my May ColvenK
O help or else I'll drownK
I'll take you home to your father's bowerH
And set you down safe and soundQ
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No help no help O false Sir JohnK
No help nor pity theeA
Tho' seven kings' daughters you have drowndQ
But the eighth shall not be meA
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So she went on her father's steedQ
As swift as she could fleeA
And she came home to her father's bowerH
Before it was break of dayQ
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Up then and spoke the pretty parrotQ
May Colven where have you beenK
What has become of false Sir JohnK
That woo'd you so late the streenK
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He woo'd you butt he woo'd you benK
He woo'd you in the haE
Until he got your own consentQ
For to mount and gang awaG
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O hold your tongue my pretty parrotQ
Lay not the blame upon meA
Your cup shall be of the flowered goldQ
Your cage of the root of the treeA
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Up then spake the king himselfR
In the bed chamber where he layQ
What ails the pretty parrotQ
That prattles so long or dayQ
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There came a cat to my cage doorS
It almost a worried meA
And I was calling on May ColvenK
To take the cat from meA

Andrew Lang



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