The Shepheardes Calender: August Poem Rhyme Scheme

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August gloga Octaua Willye Perigot Cuddie	A
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Willye	B
Ell me Perigot what shalbe the game	C
Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche	D
Or bene thy Bagpypes renne farre out of frame	C
Or hath the Crampe thy ioynts benomd with ache	D
Perigot	A
Ah Willye when the hart is ill assayde	A
How can Bagpipe or ioynts be well apayd	A
Willye	B
What the foule euill hath thee so bestadde	A
Whilom thou was peregall to the best	A
And wont to make the iolly shepeheards gladde	A
With pyping and dauncing didst passe the rest	A
Perigot	A
Ah Willye now I haue learnd a newe daunce	E
My old musick mard by a newe mischaunce	E
Willye	B
Mischiefe mought to that newe mischaunce befall	F
That hath so raft vs of our meriment	A
But reede me what payne doth thee so appall	F
Or louest thou or bene thy younglings miswent	A
Perigot	A
Loue hath misled both my younglings and mee	G
I pyne for payne and they my payne to see	G
Willye	B
Perdie and wellawaye ill may they thriue	H
Neuer knewe I louers sheepe in good plight	A
But and if rymes with me thou dare striue	H
Such fond fantsies shall soone be put to flight	A
Perigot	A
That shall I doe though mochell worse I fared	A
Neuer shall be sayde that Perigot was dared	A
Willye	B
Then loe Perigot the Pledge which I plight	A
A mazer ywrought of the Maple warre	H
Wherein is enchased many a fayre sight	A
Of Beres and Tygres that maken fiers warre	H
And ouer them spred a goodly wild vine	I
Entrailed with a wanton Yuie twine	I
Thereby is a Lambe in the Wolues iawes	G
But see how fast renneth the shepheard swayne	J
To saue the innocent from the beastes pawes	G
And here with his shepehooke hath him slayne	J
Tell me such a cup hast thou euer sene	J
Well mought it beseme any haruest Queene	J
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Perigot	A
Thereto will I pawne yon spotted Lambe	K
Of all my flocke there nis sike another	H
For I brought him vp without the Dambe	K
But Colin Clout rafte me of his brother	H
That he purchast of me in the playne field	A
Sore against my will was I forst to yield	A
Willye	B
Sicker make like account of his brother	H
But who shall iudge the wager wonne or lost	A
Perigot	A
That shall yonder heardgrome and none other	H
Which ouer the pousse hetherward doth post	A
Willye	B
But for the Sunnebeame so sore doth vs beate	A
Were not better to shunne the scortching heate	A
Perigot	A
Well agreed Willy then sitte thee downe swayne	J
Sike a song neuer heardest thou but Colin sing	L
Cuddie	A
Gynne when ye lyst ye iolly shepheards twayne	J
Sike a iudge as Cuddie were for a king	L
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Perigot T fell vpon a holly eue	M
Willye hey ho hollidaye	B
Per When holly fathers wont to shrieue	H
Wil now gynneth this roundelay	F
Per Sitting vpon a hill so hye	B
Wil hey ho the high hyll	F
Per The while my flocke did feede thereby	B
Wil the while the shepheard selfe did spill	F
Per I saw the bouncing Bellibone	J
Wil Hey ho Bonibell	F
Per Tripping ouer the dale alone	J
Wil she can trippe it very well	F
Per Well decked in a frocke of gray	H
Wil hey ho gray is greete	A
Per And in a Kirtle of greene saye	H
Wil the greene is for maydens meete	A
Per A chapelet on her head she wore	H
Wil hey ho chapelet	A
Per Of sweete Violets therein was store	H
Wil she sweeter than the Violet	A
Per My sheepe did leaue theyr wonted foode	A
Wil hey ho seely sheepe	N
Per And gazd on her as they were wood	A
Wil woode as he that did them keepe	N
Per As the bonilasse passed bye	B
Wil hey ho bonilasse	G
Per She roude at me with glauncing eye	B
Wil as cleare as the christall glasse	G
Per All as the Sunnye beame so bright	A
Wil hey ho the Sunne beame	K
Per Glaunceth from Phoebus face forthright	A
Wil so loue into thy hart did streame	K
Per Or as the thonder cleaues the cloudes	G
Wil hey ho the Thonder	H
Per Wherein the lightsome leuin shroudes	G
Wil so cleaues thy soule a sonder	H
Per Or as Dame Cynthias siluer raye	H
Wil hey ho the Moonelight	A
Per Vpon the glittering waue doth playe	H
Wil such play is a pitteous plight	A
Per The glaunce into my heart did glide	A
Wil hey ho the glyder	H
Per Therewith my soule was sharply gryde	A
Wil uch wounds soone wexen wider	H
Per Hating to raunch the arrow out	A
Wil hey ho Perigot	A
Per I left the head in my hart roote	A
Wil it was a desperate shot	A
Per There it ranckleth ay more and more	H
Wil hey ho the arrowe	O
Per Ne can I find salue for my sore	H
Wil loue is a curelesse sorrowe	O
Per And though my bale with death I bought	A
Wil hey ho the heauie cheere	H
Per Yet should thilke lasse not from my thought	A
Wil so you may buye gold to deare	H
Per But whether in paynefull loue I pyne	J
Wil hey ho pinching payne	J
Per Or thriue in welth she shalbe mine	J
Wil but if thou can her obteine	J
Per And if for gracelesse greefe I dye	H
Wil hey ho gracelesse griefe	P
Per Witnesse shee slewe me with her eye	H
Wil let thy follye be the priefe	P
Per And you that sawe it simple shepe	N
Wil hey ho the fayre flocke	L
Per For priefe thereof my death shall weepe	N
Wil and mone with many a mocke	L
Per So learnd I loue on a hollye eue	M
Wil hey ho hollidaye	H
Per That euer since my hart did greue	H
Wil now endeth our roundelay	F
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Cuddye	H
Sicker sike a roundle neuer heard I none	J
Little lacketh Perigot of the best	A
And Willye is not greatly ouergone	J
So weren his vndersongs well addrest	A
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Willye	H
Herdgrome I feare me thou haue a squint eye	H
Areede vprightly who has the victorye	H
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Cuddie	A
Fayth of my soule I deeme ech haue gayned	A
For thy let the Lambe be Willye his owne	J
And for Perigot so well hath hym payned	A
To him be the wroughten mazer alone	J
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Perigot	A
Perigot is well pleased with the doome	K
Ne can Willye wite the witelesse herdgroome	K
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Willye	H
Never dempt more right of beautye I weene	J
The shepheard of Ida that iudged beauties Queene	J
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Cuddie	A
But tell me shepheards should it not yshend	A
Your roundels fresh to heare a dolefull verse	G
Of Rosalend who knowes not Rosalend	A
That Colin made ylke can I you rehearse	G
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Perigot	A
Now say it Cuddie as thou art a ladde	A
With mery thing its good to medle sadde	A
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Willy	F
Fayth of my soule thou shalt ycrouned be	F
In Colins stede if thou this song areede	A
For neuer thing on earth so pleaseth me	F
As him to heare or matter of his deede	A
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Cuddie	A
Then listneth ech vnto my heauy laye	H
And tune your pypes as ruthful as ye may	H
E wastefull woodes beare witnesse of my woe	O
Wherein my plaints did oftentimes resound	A
Ye carelesse byrds are priuie to my cryes	G
Which in your songs were wont to make a part	A
Thou pleasaunt spring hast luld me oft a sleepe	N
Whose streames my trickling teares did ofte augment	A
Resort of people doth my greefs augment	A
The walled townes do worke my greater woe	O
The forest wide is fitter to resound	A
The hollow Echo of my carefull cryes	G
I hate the house since thence my loue did part	A
Whose waylefull want debarres myne eyes from sleepe	N
Let stremes of teares supply the place of sleepe	N
Let all that sweete is voyd and all that may augment	A
My doole drawe neare More meete to wayle my woe	O
Bene the wild woddes my sorrowes to resound	A
Then bedde or bowre both which I fill with cryes	G
When I them see so waist and fynd no part	A
Of pleasure past Here will I dwell apart	A
In gastful groue therefore till my last sleepe	N
Doe close mine eyes so shall I not augment	A
With sight of such a chaunge my recklesse woe	O
Helpe me ye banefull byrds whose shrieking sound	A
Ys signe of dreery death my deadly cryes	G
Most ruthfully to tune And as my cryes	G
Which of my woe cannot bewray least part	A
You heare all night when nature craueth sleepe	N
Increase so let your yrksome yells augment	A
Thus all the night in plaints the daye in woe	O
I vowed haue to wayst till safe and sound	A
She home returne whose voyces siluer sound	A
To cheerefull songs can chaunge my cherelesse cryes	G
Hence with the Nightingale will I take part	A
That blessed byrd that spends her time of sleepe	N
In songs and plaintiue pleas the more taugmen	J