A New Forest Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE CGHG IJKJ LMN OPQP KRSR TUVU WXYX ZWA2W ZB2C2B2 WD2C2D2 E2F2G2F2 WH2WH2 I2CJ2C K2

Oh she tripped over Ocknell plainA
And down by Bradley WaterB
And the fairest maid on the forest sideC
Was Jane the keeper's daughterB
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She went and went through the broad gray lawnsD
As down the red sun sankE
And chill as the scent of a new made graveF
The mist smelt cold and dankE
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'A token a token ' that fair maid criedC
'A token that bodes me sorrowG
For they that smell the grave by nightH
Will see the corpse to morrowG
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'My own true love in Burley WalkI
Does hunt to night I fearJ
And if he meet my father sternK
His game may cost him dearJ
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'Ah here's a curse on hare and grouseL
A curse on hart and hindM
And a health to the squire in all EnglandN
Leaves never a head behind '-
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Her true love shot a mighty hartO
Among the standing ryeP
When on him leapt that keeper oldQ
From the fern where he did lieP
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The forest laws were sharp and sternK
The forest blood was keenR
They lashed together for life and deathS
Beneath the hollies greenR
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The metal good and the walnut woodT
Did soon in flinders fleeU
They tost the orts to south and northV
And grappled knee to kneeU
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They wrestled up they wrestled downW
They wrestled still and soreX
Beneath their feet the myrtle sweetY
Was stamped to mud and goreX
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Ah cold pale moon thou cruel pale moonZ
That starest with never a frownW
On all the grim and the ghastly thingsA2
That are wrought in thorpe and townW
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And yet cold pale moon thou cruel pale moonZ
That night hadst never the graceB2
To lighten two dying Christian menC2
To see one another's faceB2
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They wrestled up they wrestled downW
They wrestled sore and stillD2
The fiend who blinds the eyes of menC2
That night he had his willD2
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Like stags full spent among the bentE2
They dropped a while to restF2
When the young man drove his saying knifeG2
Deep in the old man's breastF2
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The old man drove his gunstock downW
Upon the young man's headH2
And side by side by the water brownW
Those yeomen twain lay deadH2
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They dug three graves in Lyndhurst yardI2
They dug them side by sideC
Two yeomen lie there and a maiden fairJ2
A widow and never a brideC
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In the New ForestK2

Charles Kingsley



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