The Outlaw Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHI JJKK LLMM NOKK MPOO QQDR MIKK QQDD S| Oh I wadna be a yeoman mither to follow my father's trade | A |
| To bow my back in miry banks at pleugh and hoe and spade | A |
| Stinting wife and bairns and kye to fat some courtier lord | B |
| Let them die o' rent wha like mither and I'll die by sword | B |
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| Nor I wadna be a clerk mither to bide aye ben | C |
| Scrabbling ower the sheets o' parchment with a weary weary pen | C |
| Looking through the lang stane windows at a narrow strip o' sky | D |
| Like a laverock in a withy cage until I pine away and die | D |
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| Nor I wadna be a merchant mither in his lang furred gown | E |
| Trailing strings o' footsore horses through the noisy dusty town | E |
| Louting low to knights and ladies fumbling o'er his wares | F |
| Telling lies and scraping siller heaping cares on cares | F |
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| Nor I wadna be a soldier mither to dice wi' ruffian bands | G |
| Pining weary months in castles looking over wasted lands | G |
| Smoking byres and shrieking women and the grewsome sights o' war | H |
| There's blood on my hand eneugh mither it's ill to make it mair | I |
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| If I had married a wife mither I might ha' been douce and still | J |
| And sat at hame by the ingle side to crack and laugh my fill | J |
| Sat at hame wi' the woman I looed and wi' bairnies at my knee | K |
| But death is bauld and age is cauld and luve's no for me | K |
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| For when first I stirred in your side mither ye ken full well | L |
| How you lay all night up among the deer out on the open fell | L |
| And so it was that I won the heart to wander far and near | M |
| Caring neither for land nor lassie but the bonnie dun deer | M |
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| Yet I am not a losel and idle mither nor a thief that steals | N |
| I do but hunt God's cattle upon God's ain hills | O |
| For no man buys and sells the deer and the bonnie fells are free | K |
| To a belted knight with hawk on hand and a gangrel loon like me | K |
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| So I'm aff and away to the muirs mither to hunt the deer | M |
| Ranging far frae frowning faces and the douce folk here | P |
| Crawling up through burn and bracken louping down the screes | O |
| Looking out frae craig and headland drinking up the simmer breeze | O |
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| Oh the wafts o' heather honey and the music o' the brae | Q |
| As I watch the great harts feeding nearer nearer a' the day | Q |
| Oh to hark the eagle screaming sweeping ringing round the sky | D |
| That's a bonnier life than stumbling ower the muck to colt and kye | R |
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| And when I'm taen and hangit mither a brittling o' my deer | M |
| Ye'll no leave your bairn to the corbie craws to dangle in the air | I |
| But ye'll send up my twa douce brethren and ye'll steal me frae the tree | K |
| And bury me up on the brown brown muirs where I aye looed to be | K |
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| Ye'll bury me 'twixt the brae and the burn in a glen far away | Q |
| Where I may hear the heathcock craw and the great harts bray | Q |
| And gin my ghaist can walk mither I'll go glowering at the sky | D |
| The livelong night on the black hill sides where the dun deer lie | D |
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| In the New Forest | S |
Charles Kingsley
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