The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF GHIF JFKF CFLF KFKF KFKF MFKF MFNF OHEF PFDF QQQQ LFMF RFLF JFSF TFEF TFUF

Child Part III Early EditionA
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Late at e'en drinking the wineB
And ere they paid the lawingC
They set a combat them betweenD
To fight it in the dawingC
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Oh stay at hame my noble lordE
Oh stay at hame my marrowF
My cruel brother will you betrayG
On the dowie houms of YarrowF
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Oh fare ye weel my ladye gayeG
Oh fare ye weel my SarahH
For I maun gae though I ne'er returnI
Frae the dowie banks of YarrowF
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She kiss'd his cheek she kaim'd his hairJ
As oft she had done before OF
She belted him with his noble brandK
And he's away to YarrowF
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As he gaed up the Tennies bankC
I wot he gaed wi' sorrowF
Till down in a den he spied nine arm'd menL
On the dowie houms of YarrowF
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Oh come ye here to part your landK
The bonnie Forest thoroughF
Or come ye here to wield your brandK
On the dowie houms of YarrowF
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I come not here to part my landK
And neither to beg nor borrowF
I come to wield my noble brandK
On the bonnie banks of YarrowF
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If I see all ye're nine to aneM
An that's an unequal marrowF
Yet will I fight while lasts my brandK
On the bonnie banks of YarrowF
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Four has he hurt and five has slainM
On the bloody braes of YarrowF
Till that stubborn knight came him behindN
And ran his body thoroughF
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Gae hame gae hame good brother JohnO
And tell your sister SarahH
To come and lift her leafu' lordE
He's sleepin' sound on YarrowF
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Yestreen I dream'd a dolefu' dreamP
I fear there will be sorrowF
I dream'd I pu'd the heather greenD
Wi' my true love on YarrowF
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O gentle wind that bloweth southQ
From where my love repairethQ
Convey a kiss from his dear mouthQ
And tell me how he farethQ
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But in the glen strive armed menL
They've wrought me dole and sorrowF
They've slain the comeliest knight they've slainM
He bleeding lies on YarrowF
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As she sped down yon high high hillR
She gaed wi' dole and sorrowF
And in the den spied ten slain menL
On the dowie banks of YarrowF
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She kiss'd his cheek she kaim'd his hairJ
She search'd his wounds all thoroughF
She kiss'd them till her lips grew redS
On the dowie houms of YarrowF
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Now haud your tongue my daughter dearT
For a' this breeds but sorrowF
I'll wed ye to a better lordE
Than him ye lost on YarrowF
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Oh haud your tongue my father dearT
Ye mind me but of sorrowF
A fairer rose did never bloomU
Than now lies cropp'd on YarrowF

Andrew Lang



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