A Villonaud: Ballad Of The Gibbet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DDDD EFFEEFFE DDDD EFFE EFFE DDDD EFFEEFF DD FF DDG| SCENE 'En ce bourdel ou tenons nostre estat ' | A |
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| It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon when | B |
| that expecting presently lo be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know | C |
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| Freres humains qui apres nous vivez ' | - |
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| Drink ye a skoal for the gallows tree | D |
| Francois and Margot and thee and me | D |
| Drink we the comrades merrily | D |
| That said us 'Till then' for the gallows tree | D |
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| Fat Pierre with the hook gauche main | E |
| Thomas Larron 'Ear the less' | F |
| Tybalde and that armouress | F |
| Who gave this poignard its premier stain | E |
| Pinning the Guise that had been fain | E |
| To make him a mate of the 'Haulte Noblesse' | F |
| And bade her be out with ill address | F |
| As a fool that mocketh his drue's disdeign | E |
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| Drink we a skoal for the gallows tree | D |
| Francois and Margot and thee and me | D |
| Drink we to Marienne Ydole | D |
| That hell brenn not her o'er cruelly | D |
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| Drink we the lusty robbers twain | E |
| Black is the pitch o' their wedding dress | F |
| Lips shrunk back for the wind's caress | F |
| As lips shrink back when we feel the strain | E |
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| Of love that loveth in hell's disdeign | E |
| And sense the teeth through the lips that press | F |
| 'Gainst our lips for the soul's distress | F |
| That striveth to ours across the pain | E |
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| Drink we skoal to the gallows tree | D |
| Francois and Margot and thee and me | D |
| For Jehan and Raoul de Vallerie | D |
| Whose frames have the night and its winds in fee | D |
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| Maturin Guillaume Jacques d'Allmain | E |
| Culdou lacking a coat to bless | F |
| One lean moiety of his nakedness | F |
| That plundered St Hubert back o' the fane | E |
| Aie the lean bare tree is widowed again | E |
| For Michault le Borgne that would confess | F |
| In 'faith and troth' to a traitoress | F |
| 'Which of his brothers had he slain ' | - |
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| But drink we skoal to the gallows tree | D |
| Francois and Margot and thee and me | D |
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| These that we loved shall God love less | F |
| And smite always at their faibleness | F |
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| Skoal to the gallows and then pray we | D |
| God damn his hell out speedily | D |
| And bring their souls to his 'Haulte Citee' | G |
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