Madge: Ye Hoyden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACACA DEDEAEA FGHGIGI ACACACA C JAJAAAA GAGAKAK LCLCKBK ALALMMM M ALALJMJ M ANANLNL M O O M B M KAKAGLL M KPKPQPQ LJMJLJL ARARLRG MAMAAAAAt Madge ye hoyden gossips scofft | A |
Ffor that a romping wench was shee | B |
Now marke this rede they bade her oft | A |
Forsooken sholde your folly bee | C |
But Madge ye hoyden laught amp cried | A |
Oho oho in girlish glee | C |
And noe thing mo replied | A |
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II | - |
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No griffe she had nor knew no care | D |
But gayly rompit all daies long | E |
And like ye brooke that everywhere | D |
Goes jinking with a gladsome song | E |
Shee danct and songe from morn till night | A |
Her gentil harte did know no wrong | E |
Nor did she none despight | A |
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III | - |
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Sir Tomas from his noblesse halle | F |
Did trend his path a somer's daye | G |
And to ye hoyden he did call | H |
And these ffull evill words did say | G |
O wolde you weare a silken gown | I |
And binde your haire with ribands gay | G |
Then come with me to town | I |
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IV | - |
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But Madge ye hoyden shoke her head | A |
I'le be no lemman unto thee | C |
For all your golde and gownes shee said | A |
ffor Robin hath bespoken mee | C |
Then ben Sir Tomas sore despight | A |
And back unto his hall went hee | C |
With face as ashen white | A |
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V | C |
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O Robin wilt thou wed this girl | J |
Whenas she is so vaine a sprite | A |
So spak ffull many an envious churle | J |
Unto that curteyse countrie wight | A |
But Robin did not pay no heede | A |
And they ben wed a somer night | A |
danct upon ye meade | A |
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VI | - |
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Then scarse ben past a yeare amp daye | G |
Whan Robin toke unto his bed | A |
And long long time therein he lay | G |
Nor colde not work to earn his bread | A |
in soche an houre whan times ben sore | K |
Sr Tomas came with haughtie tread | A |
knockit at ye doore | K |
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VII | - |
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Saies Madge ye hoyden do you know | L |
how that you once despighted me | C |
But He forgiff an you will go | L |
my swete harte lady ffor to bee | C |
But Madge ye hoyden heard noe more | K |
straightway upon her heele turnt shee | B |
shote ye cottage doore | K |
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VIII | - |
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Soe Madge ye hoyden did her parte | A |
whiles that ye years did come and go | L |
't was somer allwais in her harte | A |
tho' winter strewed her head with snowe | L |
She toilt and span thro' all those years | M |
nor bid repine that it ben soe | M |
nor never shad noe teares | M |
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IX | M |
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Whiles Robin lay within his bed | A |
A divell came and whispered lowe | L |
Giff you will doe my will he said | A |
None more of sickness you shall knowe | L |
Ye which gave joy to Robin's soul | J |
Saies Robin Divell be it soe | M |
an that you make me whoale | J |
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X | M |
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That day upp rising ffrom his bed | A |
Quoth Robin I am well again | N |
backe he came as from ye dead | A |
amp he ben mickle blithe as when | N |
he wooed his doxy long ago | L |
amp Madge did make ado amp then | N |
Her teares ffor joy did flowe | L |
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XI | M |
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Then came that hell born cloven thing | O |
Saies Robin I do claim your life | - |
and I hencefoorth shall be your king | O |
and you shall do my evill strife | - |
Look round about and you shall see | M |
sr Tomas' young and ffoolish wiffe | - |
a comely dame is shee | B |
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XII | M |
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Ye divell had him in his power | K |
and not colde Robin say thereto | A |
Soe Robin from that very houre | K |
did what that divell bade him do | A |
He wooed and dipt and on a daye | G |
Sr Tomas' wife and Robin flewe | L |
a many leagues away | L |
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XIII | M |
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Sir Tomas ben wood wroth and swore | K |
And sometime strode thro' leaf amp brake | P |
and knockit at ye cottage door | K |
and thus to Madge ye hoyden spake | P |
Saies I wolde have you ffor mine own | Q |
So come with mee amp bee my make | P |
syn tother birds ben flown | Q |
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XIV | - |
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But Madge ye hoyden bade him noe | L |
Saies Robin is my swete harte still | J |
And tho' he doth despight me soe | M |
I mean to do him good for ill | J |
So goe Sir Tomas goe your way | L |
ffor whiles I bee on live I will | J |
ffor Robin's coming pray | L |
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XV | - |
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Soe Madge ye hoyden kneelt amp prayed | A |
that Godde sholde send her Robin backe | R |
And tho' ye folke vast scoffing made | A |
and tho' ye worlde ben colde and blacke | R |
And tho' as moneths dragged away | L |
ye hoyden's harte ben like to crack | R |
With griff she still did praye | G |
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XVI | - |
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Sicke of that divell's damned charmes | M |
Aback did Robin come at last | A |
And Madge ye hoyden sprad her arms | M |
and gave a cry and held him fast | A |
And as she clong to him and cried | A |
her patient harte with joy did brast | A |
Madge ye hoyden died | A |
Eugene Field
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