The Song Of The Little Baltung: A.d. 395 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB AADA EFGH AIJ IKJ LHFH FIA IFMF NAA AIII AAI IBNH AFF COLO LKLK LBAB CFAF ILLL FF F LAL LPAH ALAL BAI LHL Q L Q H RFL LHSH LHL LFLF AAHA N IB TAAA ABBB AFLF LHL LHAH FALA LFLF AFLF FALA UFAF H| A harper came over the Danube so wide | A |
| And he came into Alaric's hall | B |
| And he sang the song of the little Baltung | C |
| To him and his heroes all | B |
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| How the old old Balt and the young young Balt | A |
| Rode out of Caucaland | A |
| With the royal elephant's trunk on helm | D |
| And the royal lance in hand | A |
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| Thuringer heroes counts and knights | E |
| Pricked proud in their meinie | F |
| For they were away to the great Kaiser | G |
| In Byzant beside the sea | H |
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| And when they came to the Danube so wide | A |
| They shouted from off the shore | I |
| 'Come over come over ye Roman slaves | J |
| And ferry your masters o'er ' | - |
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| And when they came to Adrian's burgh | I |
| With its towers so smooth and high | K |
| 'Come out come out ye Roman knaves | J |
| And see your lords ride by ' | - |
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| But when they came lo the long long walls | L |
| That stretch from sea to sea | H |
| That old old Balt let down his chin | F |
| And a thoughtful man grew he | H |
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| 'Oh oft have I scoffed at brave Fridigern | F |
| But never will I scoff more | I |
| If these be the walls which kept him out | A |
| From the Micklegard there on the shore ' | - |
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| Then out there came the great Kaiser | I |
| With twice ten thousand men | F |
| But never a Thuring was coward enough | M |
| To wish himself home again | F |
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| 'Bow down thou rebel old Athanarich | N |
| And beg thy life this day | A |
| The Kaiser is lord of all the world | A |
| And who dare say him nay ' | - |
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| 'I never came out of Caucaland | A |
| To beg for less nor more | I |
| But to see the pride of the great Kaiser | I |
| In his Micklegard here by the shore | I |
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| 'I never came out of Caucaland | A |
| To bow to mortal wight | A |
| But to shake the hand of the great Kaiser | I |
| And God defend my right ' | - |
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| He shook his hand that cunning Kaiser | I |
| And he kissed him courteouslie | B |
| And he has ridden with Athanarich | N |
| That wonder town to see | H |
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| He showed him his walls of marble white | A |
| A mile o'erhead they shone | F |
| Quoth the Balt 'Who would leap into that garden | F |
| King Siegfried's boots must own ' | - |
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| He showed him his engines of arsmetrick | C |
| And his wells of quenchless flame | O |
| And his flying rocks that guarded his walls | L |
| From all that against him came | O |
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| He showed him his temples and pillared halls | L |
| And his streets of houses high | K |
| And his watch towers tall where his star gazers | L |
| Sit reading the signs of the sky | K |
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| He showed him his ships with their hundred oars | L |
| And their sides like a castle wall | B |
| That fetch home the plunder of all the world | A |
| At the Kaiser's beck and call | B |
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| He showed him all nations of every tongue | C |
| That are bred beneath the sun | F |
| How they flowed together in Micklegard street | A |
| As the brooks flow all into one | F |
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| He showed him the shops of the china ware | I |
| And of silk and sendal also | L |
| And he showed him the baths and the waterpipes | L |
| On arches aloft that go | L |
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| He showed him ostrich and unicorn | F |
| Ape lion and tiger keen | F |
| And elephants wise roared 'Hail Kaiser ' | - |
| As though they had Christians been | F |
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| He showed him the hoards of the dragons and trolls | L |
| Rare jewels and heaps of gold | A |
| 'Hast thou seen in all thy hundred years | L |
| Such as these thou king so old ' | - |
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| Now that cunning Kaiser was a scholar wise | L |
| And could of gramarye | P |
| And he cast a spell on that old old Balt | A |
| Till lowly and meek spake he | H |
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| 'Oh oft have I heard of the Micklegard | A |
| What I held for chapmen's lies | L |
| But now do I know of the Micklegard | A |
| By the sight of mine own eyes | L |
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| 'Woden in Valhalla | B |
| But thou on earth art God | A |
| And he that dare withstand thee Kaiser | I |
| On his own head lies his blood ' | - |
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| Then out and spake that little Baltung | L |
| Rode at the king's right knee | H |
| Quoth 'Fridigern slew false Kaiser Valens | L |
| And he died like you or me ' | - |
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| 'And who art thou thou pretty bold boy | Q |
| Rides at the king's right knee ' | - |
| 'Oh I am the Baltung boy Alaric | L |
| And as good a man as thee ' | - |
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| 'As good as me thou pretty bold boy | Q |
| With down upon thy chin ' | - |
| 'Oh a spae wife laid a doom on me | H |
| The best of thy realm to win ' | - |
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| 'If thou be so fierce thou little wolf cub | R |
| Or ever thy teeth be grown | F |
| Then I must guard my two young sons | L |
| Lest they should lose their own ' | - |
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| 'Oh it's I will guard your two lither lads | L |
| In their burgh beside the sea | H |
| And it's I will prove true man to them | S |
| If they will prove true to me | H |
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| 'But it's you must warn your two lither lads | L |
| And warn them bitterly | H |
| That if I shall find them two false Kaisers | L |
| High hanged they both shall be ' | - |
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| Now they are gone into the Kaiser's palace | L |
| To eat the peacock fine | F |
| And they are gone into the Kaiser's palace | L |
| To drink the good Greek wine | F |
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| The Kaiser alone and the old old Balt | A |
| They sat at the cedar board | A |
| And round them served on the bended knee | H |
| Full many a Roman lord | A |
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| 'What ails thee what ails thee friend Athanarich | N |
| What makes thee look so pale ' | - |
| 'I fear I am poisoned thou cunning Kaiser | I |
| For I feel my heart strings fail | B |
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| 'Oh would I had kept that great great oath | T |
| I swore by the horse's head | A |
| I would never set foot on Roman ground | A |
| Till the day that I lay dead | A |
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| 'Oh would I were home in Caucaland | A |
| To hear my harpers play | B |
| And to drink my last of the nut brown ale | B |
| While I gave the gold rings away | B |
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| 'Oh would I were home in Caucaland | A |
| To hear the Gothmen's horn | F |
| And watch the waggons and brown brood mares | L |
| And the tents where I was born | F |
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| 'But now I must die between four stone walls | L |
| In Byzant beside the sea | H |
| And as thou shalt deal with my little Baltung | L |
| So God shall deal with thee ' | - |
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| The Kaiser he purged himself with oaths | L |
| And he buried him royally | H |
| And he set on his barrow an idol of gold | A |
| Where all Romans must bow the knee | H |
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| And now the Goths are the Kaiser's men | F |
| And guard him with lance and sword | A |
| And the little Baltung is his sworn son at arms | L |
| And eats at the Kaiser's board | A |
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| And the Kaiser's two sons are two false white lads | L |
| That a clerk may beat with cane | F |
| The clerk that should beat that little Baltung | L |
| Would never sing mass again | F |
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| Oh the gates of Rome they are steel without | A |
| And beaten gold within | F |
| But they shall fly wide to the little Baltung | L |
| With the down upon his chin | F |
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| Oh the fairest flower in the Kaiser's garden | F |
| Is Rome and Italian land | A |
| But it all shall fall to the little Baltung | L |
| When he shall take lance in hand | A |
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| And when he is parting the plunder of Rome | U |
| He shall pay for this song of mine | F |
| Neither maiden nor land neither jewel nor gold | A |
| But one cup of Italian wine | F |
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| Eversley | H |
Charles Kingsley
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