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 MAMAAAA

At Madge ye hoyden gossips scofftA
Ffor that a romping wench was sheeB
Now marke this rede they bade her oftA
Forsooken sholde your folly beeC
But Madge ye hoyden laught amp criedA
Oho oho in girlish gleeC
And noe thing mo repliedA
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No griffe she had nor knew no careD
But gayly rompit all daies longE
And like ye brooke that everywhereD
Goes jinking with a gladsome songE
Shee danct and songe from morn till nightA
Her gentil harte did know no wrongE
Nor did she none despightA
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III-
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Sir Tomas from his noblesse halleF
Did trend his path a somer's dayeG
And to ye hoyden he did callH
And these ffull evill words did sayG
O wolde you weare a silken gownI
And binde your haire with ribands gayG
Then come with me to townI
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But Madge ye hoyden shoke her headA
I'le be no lemman unto theeC
For all your golde and gownes shee saidA
ffor Robin hath bespoken meeC
Then ben Sir Tomas sore despightA
And back unto his hall went heeC
With face as ashen whiteA
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O Robin wilt thou wed this girlJ
Whenas she is so vaine a spriteA
So spak ffull many an envious churleJ
Unto that curteyse countrie wightA
But Robin did not pay no heedeA
And they ben wed a somer nightA
danct upon ye meadeA
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Then scarse ben past a yeare amp dayeG
Whan Robin toke unto his bedA
And long long time therein he layG
Nor colde not work to earn his breadA
in soche an houre whan times ben soreK
Sr Tomas came with haughtie treadA
knockit at ye dooreK
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Saies Madge ye hoyden do you knowL
how that you once despighted meC
But He forgiff an you will goL
my swete harte lady ffor to beeC
But Madge ye hoyden heard noe moreK
straightway upon her heele turnt sheeB
shote ye cottage dooreK
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Soe Madge ye hoyden did her parteA
whiles that ye years did come and goL
't was somer allwais in her harteA
tho' winter strewed her head with snoweL
She toilt and span thro' all those yearsM
nor bid repine that it ben soeM
nor never shad noe tearesM
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Whiles Robin lay within his bedA
A divell came and whispered loweL
Giff you will doe my will he saidA
None more of sickness you shall knoweL
Ye which gave joy to Robin's soulJ
Saies Robin Divell be it soeM
an that you make me whoaleJ
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That day upp rising ffrom his bedA
Quoth Robin I am well againN
backe he came as from ye deadA
amp he ben mickle blithe as whenN
he wooed his doxy long agoL
amp Madge did make ado amp thenN
Her teares ffor joy did floweL
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XIM
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Then came that hell born cloven thingO
Saies Robin I do claim your life-
and I hencefoorth shall be your kingO
and you shall do my evill strife-
Look round about and you shall seeM
sr Tomas' young and ffoolish wiffe-
a comely dame is sheeB
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Ye divell had him in his powerK
and not colde Robin say theretoA
Soe Robin from that very houreK
did what that divell bade him doA
He wooed and dipt and on a dayeG
Sr Tomas' wife and Robin fleweL
a many leagues awayL
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Sir Tomas ben wood wroth and sworeK
And sometime strode thro' leaf amp brakeP
and knockit at ye cottage doorK
and thus to Madge ye hoyden spakeP
Saies I wolde have you ffor mine ownQ
So come with mee amp bee my makeP
syn tother birds ben flownQ
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But Madge ye hoyden bade him noeL
Saies Robin is my swete harte stillJ
And tho' he doth despight me soeM
I mean to do him good for illJ
So goe Sir Tomas goe your wayL
ffor whiles I bee on live I willJ
ffor Robin's coming prayL
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Soe Madge ye hoyden kneelt amp prayedA
that Godde sholde send her Robin backeR
And tho' ye folke vast scoffing madeA
and tho' ye worlde ben colde and blackeR
And tho' as moneths dragged awayL
ye hoyden's harte ben like to crackR
With griff she still did prayeG
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Sicke of that divell's damned charmesM
Aback did Robin come at lastA
And Madge ye hoyden sprad her armsM
and gave a cry and held him fastA
And as she clong to him and criedA
her patient harte with joy did brastA
Madge ye hoyden diedA

Eugene Field



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