Little Musgrave And Lady Barnard Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB BDEF GHIJ KGK K B BLK BBC MGMG N OB LIB MBBB MBBB JLB PAC OAG KLQL RAS BGTG LLK KGT KGBG LTB OBOB BAKA UIL LTLT JLLL LLLL LGL| As it fell out on a highe holye daye | A |
| As many bee in the yeare | B |
| When young men and maides together do goe | C |
| Their masses and matins to heare | B |
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| Little Musgrave came to the church door | B |
| The priest was at the mass | D |
| But he had more mind of the fine women | E |
| Then he had of our Ladyes grace | F |
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| And some of them were clad in greene | G |
| And others were clad in pall | H |
| And then came in my Lord Barnardes wife | I |
| The fairest among them all | J |
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| Shee cast an eye on little Musgrave | K |
| As bright as the summer sunne | G |
| O then bethought him little Musgrave | K |
| 'This ladyes heart I have wonne ' | - |
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| Quoth she 'I have loved thee little Musgrave | K |
| Fulle long and manye a daye ' | - |
| 'So have I loved you ladye faire | B |
| Yet word I never durst saye ' | - |
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| 'I have a bower at Bucklesford Bury | B |
| Full daintilye bedight | L |
| If thoult wend thither my little Musgrave | K |
| Thoust lig in mine armes all night ' | - |
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| Quoth hee 'I thanke yee ladye faire | B |
| This kindness yee shew to mee | B |
| And whether it be to my weale or woe | C |
| This night will I lig with thee ' | - |
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| All this beheard a litle foot page | M |
| By his ladyes coach as he ranne | G |
| Quoth he 'Thoughe I am my ladyes page | M |
| Yet Ime my Lord Barnardes manne | G |
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| 'My Lord Barnard shall knowe of this | N |
| Although I lose a limbe ' | - |
| And ever whereas the bridges were broke | O |
| He layd him downe to swimme | B |
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| 'Asleep or awake thou Lord Barnard | L |
| As thou art a man of life | I |
| Lo this same night at Bucklesford Bury | B |
| Little Musgrave's abed with thy wife ' | - |
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| 'If it be trew thou litle foote page | M |
| This tale thou hast told to mee | B |
| Then all my lands in Bucklesford Bury | B |
| I freelye will give to thee | B |
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| 'But and it be a lye thou litle foot page | M |
| This tale thou hast told to mee | B |
| On the highest tree in Bucklesford Bury | B |
| All hanged shalt thou bee | B |
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| 'Rise up rise up my merry men all | J |
| And saddle me my good steede | L |
| This night must I to Bucklesford Bury | B |
| God wott I had never more neede ' | - |
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| Then some they whistled and some they sang | P |
| And some did loudlye saye | A |
| Whenever Lord Barnardes horne it blewe | C |
| 'Awaye Musgrave awaye ' | - |
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| 'Methinkes I heare the throstle cocke | O |
| Methinkes I heare the jaye | A |
| Methinkes I heare Lord Barnardes horne | G |
| I would I were awaye ' | - |
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| 'Lye still lye still thou little Musgrave | K |
| And huggle me from the cold | L |
| For it is but some shephardes boye | Q |
| A whistling his sheepe to the fold | L |
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| 'Is not thy hawke upon the pearche | R |
| Thy horse eating corne and haye | A |
| And thou a gaye ladye within thine armes | S |
| And wouldst thou be away ' | - |
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| By this Lord Barnard was come to the dore | B |
| And lighted upon a stone | G |
| And he pulled out three silver keyes | T |
| And opened the dores eche one | G |
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| He lifted up the coverlett | L |
| He lifted up the sheete | L |
| 'How now how now thou little Musgrave | K |
| Dost find my gaye ladye sweete ' | - |
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| 'I find her sweete ' quoth the little Musgrave | K |
| 'The more is my griefe and paine | G |
| Ide gladlye give three hundred poundes | T |
| That I were on yonder plaine ' | - |
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| 'Arise arise thou little Musgrave | K |
| And put thy cloathes nowe on | G |
| It shall never be said in my countree | B |
| That I killed a naked man | G |
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| 'I have two swordes in one scabbarde | L |
| Full deare they cost my purse | T |
| And thou shalt have the best of them | B |
| And I will have the worse ' | - |
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| The first stroke that little Musgrave strucke | O |
| He hurt Lord Barnard sore | B |
| The next stroke that Lord Barnard strucke | O |
| Little Musgrave never strucke more | B |
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| With that bespake the ladye faire | B |
| In bed whereas she laye | A |
| 'Althoughe thou art dead my little Musgrave | K |
| Yet for thee I will praye | A |
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| 'And wishe well to thy soule will I | U |
| As long as I have life | I |
| So will I not do for thee Barnard | L |
| Thoughe I am thy wedded wife ' | - |
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| He cut her pappes from off her brest | L |
| Great pitye it was to see | T |
| The drops of this fair ladyes bloode | L |
| Run trickling downe her knee | T |
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| 'Wo worth wo worth ye my merrye men all | J |
| You never were borne for my goode | L |
| Why did you not offer to stay my hande | L |
| When you sawe me wax so woode | L |
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| 'For I have slaine the fairest sir knighte | L |
| That ever rode on a steede | L |
| So have I done the fairest lady | L |
| That ever ware womans weede | L |
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| 'A grave a grave ' Lord Barnard cryde | L |
| 'To putt these lovers in | G |
| But lay my ladye o' the upper hande | L |
| For shee comes o' the better kin ' | - |
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