The Wife Of Usher's Well Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE DBFB GHB GIBI JJGF GAK LMNM IOL GPLQ RMG SOG TTG| There lived a wife at Usher's well | A |
| And a wealthy wife was she | B |
| She had three stout and stalwart sons | C |
| And sent them o'er the sea | B |
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| They hadna been a week from her | D |
| A week but barely ane | E |
| When word came to the carline wife | F |
| That her three sons were gane | E |
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| They hadna been a week from her | D |
| A week but barely three | B |
| When word came to the carline wife | F |
| That her sons she'd never see | B |
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| 'I wish the wind may never cease | G |
| Nor fashes in the flood | H |
| Till my three sons come hame to me | B |
| In earthly flesh and blood ' | - |
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| It fell about the Martinmas | G |
| When nights are lang and mirk | I |
| The carline wife's three sons came hame | B |
| And their hats were o' the birk | I |
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| It neither grew in syke nor ditch | J |
| Nor yet in ony sheugh | J |
| But at the gates o' Paradise | G |
| That birk grew fair eneugh | F |
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| 'Blow up the fire my maidens | G |
| Bring water from the well | A |
| For a' my house shall feast this night | K |
| Since my three sons are well ' | - |
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| And she has made to them a bed | L |
| She 's made it large and wide | M |
| And she 's ta'en her mantle her about | N |
| Sat down at the bedside | M |
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| Up then crew the red red cock | I |
| And up and crew the gray | O |
| The eldest to the youngest said | L |
| ''Tis time we were away ' | - |
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| The cock he hadna craw'd but once | G |
| And clapp'd his wings at a' | P |
| When the youngest to the eldest said | L |
| 'Brother we must awa' | Q |
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| 'The cock doth craw the day doth daw | R |
| The channerin' worm doth chide | M |
| Gin we be miss'd out o' our place | G |
| A sair pain we maun bide ' | - |
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| 'Lie still lie still but a little wee while | S |
| Lie still but if we may | O |
| Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes | G |
| She'll go mad ere it be day ' | - |
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| 'Fare ye weel my mother dear | T |
| Fareweel to barn and byre | T |
| And fare ye weel the bonny lass | G |
| That kindles my mother's fire ' | - |
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