Gil Morrice. A Scottish Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Gil Morrice was an erles son	A
His name it waxed wide	B
It was nae for his great riches	C
Nor zet was mickle pride	B
Bot it was for a lady gay	D
That livd on Carron side	B
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'Quhair sall I get a bonny boy	E
That will win hose and shoen	F
That will gae to Lord Barnard's ha'	G
And bid his lady cum	H
And ze maun rin my errand Willie	I
And ze may rin wi' pride	B
Quhen other boys gae on their foot	J
On horse back ze sall ride '	-
	-
'O no O no my master dear	K
I dare nae for my life	L
I'll no gae to the bauld barons	M
For to triest furth his wife '	-
'My bird Willie my boy Willie	I
My dear Willie ' he sayd	J
'How can ze strive against the stream	N
For I shall be obeyd '	-
	-
'Bot O my master dear ' he cry'd	J
'In grene wod ze're zour lain	O
Gi owre sic thochts I walde ze rede	J
For fear ze should be tain '	-
'Haste haste I say gae to the ha'	G
Bid hir cum here wi speid	J
If ze refuse my heigh command	J
Ill gar zour body bleid	J
	-
'Gae bid hir take this gay mantel	P
'Tis a gowd bot the hem	Q
Bid hir cum to the gude grene wode	J
And bring nane bot hir lain	O
And there it is a silken sarke	D
Hir ain hand sewd the sleive	L
And bid hir cum to Gill Morice	R
Speir nae bauld barons leave '	-
	-
'Yes I will gae zour blacke errand	J
Though it be to zour cost	J
Sen ze by me well nae be warn'd	J
In it ze sall find frost	J
The baron he is a man of might	J
He neir could bide to taunt	J
As ze will see before it's nicht	J
How sma' ze hae to vaunt	J
	-
'And sen I maun zour errand rin	O
Sae sair against my will	S
I'se make a vow and keip it trow	T
It sall be done for ill '	-
And quhen he came to broken brigue	D
He bent his bow and swam	U
And quhen he came to grass growing	D
Set down his feet and ran	O
	-
And quhen he came to Barnards ha'	G
Would neither chap nor ca'	D
Bot set his bent bow to his breist	J
And lichtly lap the wa'	V
He wauld nae tell the man his errand	J
Bot straiht into the ha' he cam	U
Quhair they were set at meit	J
	-
'Hail hail my gentle sire and dame	W
My message winna waite	J
Dame ze maun to the gude grene wod	J
Before that it be late	J
	-
'Ze're bidden tak this gay mantel	P
Tis a' gowd bot the hem	Q
Zou maun gae to the gude grene wode	J
Ev'n by your sel alane	O
	-
'And there it is a silken sarke	D
Your ain hand sewd the sleive	L
Ze maun gae speik to Gill Morice	R
Speir nae bauld barons leave '	-
The lady stamped wi' hir foot	J
And winked wi' her ee	I
Bot a' that she coud say or do	J
Forbidden he wad nae bee	I
	-
'Its surely to my bow'r woman	O
It neir could be to me '	-
'I brocht it to Lord Barnards lady	I
I trow that ze be she '	-
Then up and spack the wylie nurse	X
The bairn upon hir knee	I
'If it be cum frae Gill Morice	R
It' deir welcum to mee '	-
	-
'Ze leid ze leid ze filthy nurse	X
Sae loud I heird ze lee	I
I brocht it to Lord Barnards lady	I
I trow ze be nae shee '	-
	-
Then up and spack the bauld baron	O
An angry man was hee	I
He's tain the table wi' his foot	J
Sae has he wi' his knee	I
Till siller cup and 'mazer' dish	Y
In flinders he gard flee	I
	-
'Gae bring a robe of zour cliding	D
That hings upon the pin	O
And I'll gae to the gude grene wode	J
And speik wi' zour lemman	O
'O bide at hame now Lord Barnard	J
I warde ze bide at hame	Q
Neir wyte a man for violence	Z
That neir wate ze wi' nane '	-
	-
Gil Morice sate in gude grene wode	J
He whistled and he sang	D
'O what mean a' the folk coming	D
His hair was like the threeds of gold	J
Drawne frae Minerva's loome	Q
His lipps like roses drapping dew	J
His breath was a' perfume	Q
	-
His browe was like the mountains snae	O
Gilt by the morning beam	Q
His cheeks like living roses glow	T
His een like azure stream	Q
The boy was clad in robes of grene	O
Sweete as the infant spring	D
And like the mavis on the bush	A2
He gart the vallies ring	D
	-
The baron came to the grene wode	J
Wi' mickle dule and care	B2
And there he first spied Gill Morice	R
Kameing his zellow hair	B2
That sweetly wavd around his face	C2
That face beyond compare	B2
He sang sae sweet it might dispel	D2
A' rage but fell despair	B2
	-
'Nae wonder nae wonder Gill Morice	R
My lady loed thee weel	D2
The fairest part of my bodie	J
Is blacker than thy heel	D2
Zet neir the less now Gill Morice	R
For al' thy great beautie	J
Ze's rew the day ze eir was born	O
That head sall gae wi' me '	-
	-
Now he was drawn his trusty brand	J
And slaited on the strae	B2
And thro' Gill Morice' fair body	J
He's gar cauld iron gae	D
And he has tain Gill Morice' head	J
And set it on a speir	B2
The meanest man in a' his train	O
Has gotten that head to bear	B2
	-
And he has tain Gill Morice up	E2
Laid him across his steid	J
And brocht him to his painted bowr	B2
And laid him on a bed	J
	-
The lady sat on castil wa'	V
Beheld baith dale and doun	O
And there she saw Gill Morice' head	J
Cum trailing to the toun	O
	-
'Far better I loe that bluidy head	J
Both and that zellow hair	B2
Than Lord Barnard and a' his lands	F2
As they lig here and thair '	-
And she has tain her Gill Morice	R
And kissd baith mouth and chin	O
'I was once as fow of Gill Morice	R
As the hip is o' the stean	O
	-
'I got ze in my father's house	G2
Wi' mickle sin and shame	Q
I brocht thee up in gude grene wode	J
Under the heavy rain	O
Oft have I by thy cradle sitten	O
And fondly seen thee sleip	E2
But now I gae about thy grave	L
The saut tears for to weip '	-
	-
And syne she kissd his bluidy cheik	D
And syne his bluidy chin	O
'O better I loe my Gill Morice	R
Than a' my kith and kin '	-
'Away away ze ill woman	O
And an il deith mait ze dee	J
Gin I had kend he'd bin zour son	O
He'd neir bin slain for mee '	-
	-
'Obraid me not my Lord Barnard	J
Obraid me not for shame	Q
Wi' that saim speir O pierce my heart	J
And put me out o' pain	O
Since nothing bot Gill Morice' head	J
Thy jealous rage could quell	D2
Let that saim hand now tak hir life	L
That neir to thee did ill	D2
	-
'To me nae after days nor nichts	R
Will eir be saft or kind	J
I'll fill the air with heavy sighs	R
And greet till I am blind '	-
'Enouch of blood by me's bin spilt	J
Seek not zour death frae me	J
I rather lourd it had been my sel	D2
Than eather him or thee	J
	-
'With waefo wae I hear zour plaint	J
Sair sair I rew the deid	J
That eir this cursed hand of mine	O
Had gard his body bleid	J
Dry up zour tears my winsome dame	Q
Ze neir can heal the wound	J
Ze see his head upon the speir	B2
His heart's blude on the ground	J
	-
'I curse the hand that did the deid	J
The heart that thocht the ill	D2
The feet that bore me wi' sik speid	J
The comely zouth to kill	D2
	-
I'll ay lament for Gill Morice	R
As gin he were mine ain	O
I'll neir forget the dreiry day	J
On which the zouth was slain '	-