The Young Ruthven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBB ABBB ACDC DCEC EEBE EECC ABAF ABAB EADA ACAC ACBC ABBB BAAC AEGE HEAE IEAE JABA EBBB BEAA

The King has gi'en the Queen a giftA
For her May day's propineB
He's gi'en her a band o' the diamond staneB
Set in the siller fineB
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The Queen she walked in Falkland yairdA
Beside the Hollans greenB
And there she saw the bonniest manB
That ever her eyes had seenB
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His coat was the Ruthven white and redA
Sae sound asleep was heC
The Queen she cried on May BeatrixD
That seely lad to seeC
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Oh wha sleeps here May BeatrixD
Without the leave o' meC
Oh wha suld it be but my young brotherE
Frae Padua ower the seaC
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My father was the Earl GowrieE
An Earl o' high degreeE
But they hae slain him by fause treasonB
And gar'd my brothers fleeE
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At Padua hae they learned their leirE
In the fields o' ItalieE
And they hae crossed the saut sea faemC
And a' for love o' meC
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The Queen has cuist her siller bandA
About his craig o' snawB
But still he slept and naething kennedA
Aneth the Hollans shawF
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The King he daundered thro' the yairdA
He saw the siller shineB
And wha quoth he is this galliardA
That wears yon gift o' mineB
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The King has gane till the Queen's ain bowerE
An angry man that dayA
But bye there cam' May BeatrixD
And stole the band awayA
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And she's run in by the dern black yettA
Straight till the Queen ran sheC
Oh tak ye back your siller bandA
Or it gar my brother deeC
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The Queen has linked her siller bandA
About her middle sma'C
And then she heard her ain gudemanB
Come rowting through the ha'C
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Oh whare he cried is the siller bandA
I gied ye late yestreenB
The knops was a' o' the diamond staneB
Set in the siller sheenB
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Ye hae camped birling at the wineB
A' nicht till the day did dawA
Or ye wad ken your siller bandA
About my middle sma'C
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The King he stude the King he gloweredA
Sae hard as a man micht stareE
Deil hae me Like is a richt ill markG
Or I saw it itherwhereE
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I saw it round young Ruthven's neckH
As he lay sleeping stillE
And faith but the wine was wondrous guidA
Or my wife is wondrous illE
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There was na gane a week a weekI
A week but barely threeE
The King has hounded John Ramsay outA
To gar young Ruthven deeE
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They took him in his brother's houseJ
Nae sword was in his handA
And they hae slain him young RuthvenB
The bonniest in the landA
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And they hae slain his fair brotherE
And laid him on the greenB
And a' for a band o' the siller fineB
And a blink o' the eye o' the QueenB
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Oh had they set him man to manB
Or even ae man to threeE
There was na a knight o' the Ramsay bluidA
Had gar'd Earl Gowrie deeA

Andrew Lang



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