The Laird Of Waristoun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC DEFG HIII JKCL MIEI HINI MOPQ RSTS KIUI CISI VIWQ

Child vol iii Early EditionA
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Down by yon garden greenB
Sae merrily as she gaesC
She has twa weel made feetD
And she trips upon her taesC
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She has twa weel made feetD
Far better is her handE
She's as jimp in the middleF
As ony willow wandG
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Gif ye will do my biddingH
At my bidding for to beI
It's I will make you ladyI
Of a' the lands you seeI
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He spak a word in jestJ
Her answer was na goodK
He threw a plate at her faceC
Made it a' gush out o' bloodL
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She wasna frae her chamberM
A step but barely threeI
When up and at her richt handE
There stood Man's EnemyI
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Gif ye will do my biddingH
At my bidding for to beI
I'll learn you a wileN
Avenged for to beI
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The foul thief knotted the tetherM
She lifted his head on hieO
The nourice drew the knotP
That gar'd lord Waristoun dieQ
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Then word is gane to LeithR
Also to Edinburgh townS
That the lady had kill'd the lairdT
The laird o' WaristounS
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Tak aff tak aff my hoodK
But lat my petticoat beI
Pat my mantle o'er my headU
For the fire I downa seeI
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Now a' ye gentle maidsC
Tak warning now by meI
And never marry aneS
But wha pleases your e'eI
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For he married me for loveV
But I married him for feeI
And sae brak out the feudW
That gar'd my dearie dieQ

Andrew Lang



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