Young Bicham Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FCGC HCIE JKLK MCIC NCIC OCPC QGRG SCTC TCSC UVWV CXVY VCCC ZCJC A2CJC WCB2C C2CB2C CCKC A2CD2C VCJC JCE2C E2F2RC G2G2KG2Child vol ii | A |
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In London city was Bicham born | B |
He longd strange countries for to see | C |
But he was taen by a savage Moor | D |
Who handld him right cruely | E |
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For thro his shoulder he put a bore | F |
An thro the bore has pitten a tree | C |
And he's gard him draw the carts o wine | G |
Where horse and oxen had wont to be | C |
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He's casten him in a dungeon deep | H |
Where he coud neither hear nor see | C |
He's shut him up in a prison strong | I |
An he's handld him right cruely | E |
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O this Moor he had but ae daughter | J |
I wot her name was Shusy Pye | K |
She's doen her to the prison house | L |
And she's calld young Bicham one word by | K |
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O hae ye ony lands or rents | M |
Or citys in your ain country | C |
Coud free you out of prison strong | I |
An coud maintain a lady free | C |
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O London city is my own | N |
An other citys twa or three | C |
Coud loose me out o prison strong | I |
An could maintain a lady free | C |
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O she has bribed her father's men | O |
Wi meikle goud and white money | C |
She's gotten the key o the prison doors | P |
And she has set Young Bicham free | C |
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She's gi'n him a loaf o good white bread | Q |
But an a flask o Spanish wine | G |
An she bad him mind on the ladie's love | R |
That sae kindly freed him out o pine | G |
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Go set your foot on good ship board | S |
An haste you back to your ain country | C |
An before that seven years has an end | T |
Come back again love and marry me | C |
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It was long or seven years had an end | T |
She longd fu sair her love to see | C |
She's set her foot on good ship board | S |
An turnd her back on her ain country | C |
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She's saild up so has she down | U |
Till she came to the other side | V |
She's landed at Young Bicham's gates | W |
An I hop this day she sal be his bride | V |
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Is this Young Bicham's gates says she | C |
Or is that noble prince within | X |
He's up the stair wi his bonny bride | V |
An monny a lord and lady wi him | Y |
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O has he taen a bonny bride | V |
An has he clean forgotten me | C |
An sighing said that gay lady | C |
I wish I were in my ain country | C |
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She's pitten her ban in her pocket | Z |
An gin the porter guineas three | C |
Says Take ye that ye proud porter | J |
An bid the bridegroom speak to me | C |
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O whan the porter came up the stair | A2 |
He's fa'n low down upon his knee | C |
Won up won up ye proud porter | J |
And what makes a' this courtesy | C |
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O I've been porter at your gates | W |
This mair nor seven years an three | C |
But there is a lady at them now | B2 |
The like of whom I never did see | C |
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For on every finger she has a ring | C2 |
An on the mid finger she has three | C |
An there's as meikle goud aboon her brow | B2 |
As woud buy an earldom o lan to me | C |
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Then up it started Young Bicham | C |
An sware so loud by Our Lady | C |
It can be nane but Shusy Pye | K |
That has come oor the sea to me | C |
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O quickly ran he down the stair | A2 |
O fifteen steps he has made but three | C |
He's tane his bonny love in his arms | D2 |
An a wot he kissd her tenderly | C |
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O hae you tane a bonny bride | V |
An hae you quite forsaken me | C |
An hae ye quite forgotten her | J |
That gae you life an liberty | C |
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She's lookit oer her left shoulder | J |
To hide the tears stood in her ee | C |
Now fare thee well Young Bicham she says | E2 |
I'll strive to think nae mair on thee | C |
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Take back your daughter madam he says | E2 |
An a double dowry I'll gie her wi | F2 |
For I maun marry my first true love | R |
That's done and suffered so much for me | C |
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He's tak his bonny love by the han | G2 |
And led her to yon fountain stane | G2 |
He's changed her name frae Shusy Pye | K |
An he's cald her his bonny love Lady Jane | G2 |
Andrew Lang
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