The Lass Of Lochroyan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'O wha will shoe my bonny footA
And wha will glove my handB
And wha will bind my middle jimpC
Wi' a lang lang linen bandB
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'O wha will kame my yellow hairD
With a haw bayberry kameE
And wha will be my babe's fatherF
Till Gregory come hame '-
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'They father he will shoe thy footA
Thy brother will glove thy handB
Thy mither will bind thy middle jimpC
Wi' a lang lang linen bandB
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'Thy sister will kame thy yellow hairD
Wi' a haw bayberry kameE
The Almighty will be thy babe's fatherF
Till Gregory come hame '-
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'And wha will build a bonny shipC
And set it on the seaG
For I will go to seek my loveH
My ain love Gregory '-
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Up then spak her father dearI
A wafu' man was heG
'And I will build a bonny shipC
And set her on the seaG
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'And I will build a bonny shipC
And set her on the seaG
And ye sal gae and seek your loveH
Your ain love Gregory '-
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Then he 's gart build a bonny shipC
And set it on the seaG
Wi' four and twenty marinersJ
To bear her companyG
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O he 's gart build a bonny shipC
To sail on the salt seaG
The mast was o' the beaten goldK
The sails o' cramoisieG
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The sides were o' the gude stout aikL
The deck o' mountain pineM
The anchor o' the silver sheneM
The ropes o' silken twineM
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She hadna sail'd but twenty leaguesG
But twenty leagues and threeG
When she met wi' a rank reiverG
And a' his companieM
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'Now are ye Queen of Heaven hieG
Come to pardon a' our sinM
Or are ye Mary MagdalaneM
Was born at Bethlam '-
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'I'm no the Queen of Heaven hieG
Come to pardon ye your sinM
Nor am I Mary MagdalaneM
Was born in BethlamE
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'But I'm the lass of LochroyanM
That 's sailing on the seaG
To see if I can find my loveH
My ain love Gregory '-
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'O see na ye yon bonny bowerG
It 's a' covered owre wi' tinM
When thou hast sail'd it round aboutN
Lord Gregory is within '-
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And when she saw the stately towerG
Shining both clear and brightO
Whilk stood aboon the jawing waveP
Built on a rock of heightO
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Says 'Row the boat my marinersG
And bring me to the landB
For yonder I see my love's castleQ
Close by the salt sea strand '-
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She sail'd it round and sail'd it roundR
And loud and loud cried sheG
'Now break now break your fairy charmsG
And set my true love free '-
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She 's ta'en her young son in her armsG
And to the door she 's ganeM
And long she knock'd and sair she ca'dR
But answer got she naneM
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'O open open GregoryG
O open if ye be withinM
For here 's the lass of LochroyanM
Come far fra kith and kinM
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'O open the door Lord GregoryG
O open and let me inM
The wind blows loud and cauld GregoryG
The rain drops fra my chinM
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'The shoe is frozen to my footR
The glove unto my handR
The wet drops fra my yellow hairG
Na langer dow I stand '-
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O up then spak his ill mitherG
An ill death may she dieR
'Ye're no the lass of LochroyanM
She 's far out owre the seaG
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'Awa' awa' ye ill womanM
Ye're no come here for gudeR
Ye're but some witch or wil' warlockL
Or mermaid o' the flood '-
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'I am neither witch nor wil' warlockL
Nor mermaid o' the seaG
But I am Annie of LochroyanM
O open the door to me '-
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'Gin ye be Annie of LochroyanM
As I trow thou binna sheG
Now tell me of some love tokensG
That pass'd 'tween thee and me '-
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'O dinna ye mind love GregoryG
As we sat at the wineM
We changed the rings frae our fingersG
And I can shew thee thineM
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'O yours was gude and gude enoughS
But ay the best was mineM
For yours was o' the gude red gowdR
But mine o' the diamond fineM
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'Yours was o' the gude red gowdR
Mine o' the diamond fineM
Mine was o' the purest trothT
But thine was false within '-
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'If ye be the lass of LochroyanM
As I kenna thou beG
Tell me some mair o' the love tokensG
Pass'd between thee and me '-
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'And dinna ye mind love GregoryG
As we sat on the hillU
Thou twin'd me o' my maidenheidR
Right sair against my willU
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'Now open the door love GregoryG
Open the door I prayG
For thy young son is in my armsG
And will be dead ere day '-
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'Ye lie ye lie ye ill womanM
So loud I hear ye lieR
For Annie of the LochroyanM
Is far out owre the sea '-
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Fair Annie turn'd her round aboutR
'Weel sine that it be saeG
May ne'er woman that has borne a sonM
Hae a heart sae fu' o' waeV
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'Tak down tak down that mast o' gowdR
Set up a mast of treeG
It disna become a forsaken ladyG
To sail sae royallie '-
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When the cock has crawn and the day did dawnM
And the sun began to peepC
Up than raise Lord GregoryG
And sair sair did he weepC
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'O I hae dream'd a dream mitherG
I wish it may bring goodR
That the bonny lass of LochroyanM
At my bower window stoodR
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'O I hae dream'd a dream mitherG
The thought o't gars me greetR
That fair Annie of LochroyanM
Lay dead at my bed feet '-
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'Gin it be for Annie of LochroyanM
That ye mak a' this maneM
She stood last night at your bower doorG
But I hae sent her hame '-
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'O wae betide ye ill womanM
An ill death may ye dieR
That wadna open the door yoursellR
Nor yet wad waken me '-
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O he 's gane down to yon shore sideR
As fast as he could dreeG
And there he saw fair Annie's barkL
A rowing owre the seaG
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'O Annie Annie ' loud he criedR
'O Annie O Annie bide '-
But ay the mair he cried 'Annie '-
The braider grew the tideR
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'O Annie Annie dear AnnieG
Dear Annie speak to me '-
But ay the louder he gan callR
The louder roar'd the seaG
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The wind blew loud the waves rose hieG
And dash'd the boat on shoreG
Fair Annie's corpse was in the faemE
The babe rose never moreG
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Lord Gregory tore his gowden locksG
And made a wafu' moanM
Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feetR
His bonny son was goneM
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'O cherry cherry was her cheekL
And gowden was her hairG
And coral coral was her lipsG
Nane might with her compare '-
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Then first he kiss'd her pale pale cheekL
And syne he kiss'd her chinM
And syne he kiss'd her wane wane lipsG
There was na breath withinM
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'O wae betide my ill mitherG
An ill death may she dieR
She turn'd my true love frae my doorG
Who cam so far to meE
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'O wae betide my ill mitherG
An ill death may she dieR
She has no been the deid o' aneM
But she 's been the deid of three '-
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Then he 's ta'en out a little dartR
Hung low down by his goreG
He thrust it through and through his heartR
And words spak never moreG

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