Madge: Ye Hoyden Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 12 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Love
by Asher Chipu
Dark Shadows
by Asher Chipu
The Rhythmic Poem
by Asher Chipu
The Shifting Colurs
by Asher Chipu
From Noon To The Night Mist
by Asher Chipu
You May Wonder
by Asher Chipu
Theopensky
by Asher Chipu
The Sharp Shadow
by Asher Chipu
Echoes Of The Seriti
by Asher Chipu
Umdanso We Dinkarofane
by Asher Chipu

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

At 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
	-
II	-
	-
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
	-
III	-
	-
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
	-
IV	-
	-
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
	-
V	C
	-
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
	-
VI	-
	-
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
	-
VII	-
	-
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
	-
VIII	-
	-
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
	-
IX	M
	-
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
	-
X	M
	-
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
	-
XI	M
	-
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
	-
XII	M
	-
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
	-
XIII	M
	-
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
	-
XIV	-
	-
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
	-
XV	-
	-
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
	-
XVI	-
	-
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

Madge: Ye Hoyden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About Madge: Ye Hoyden

Write your comment about Madge: Ye Hoyden poem by Eugene Field

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets