Ballade: Epistre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDEFGFG HIHIGFJGJG KLKFFJFMJG NOGFFG| Have pity now have pity now on me | A |
| If you at least would friends of mine | B |
| I'm in the depths not holly or may | C |
| In exile where I've been consigned | D |
| By Fortune as God too has designed | D |
| Girls lovers youngsters fresh to hand | E |
| Dancers tumblers that leap like lambs | F |
| Agile as arrows like shots from a cannon | G |
| Throats tinkling clear as bells on rams | F |
| Will you leave him here your poor old Villon | G |
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| Singers singing in lawless freedom | H |
| Jokers pleasant in word and deed | I |
| Run free of false gold alloy come | H |
| Men of wit somewhat deaf indeed | I |
| Hurry be quick now he's dying poor man | G |
| Makers of lays motets and rondeaux | F |
| Will you bring him warmth when he's down below | J |
| No lightning or storm reach where he's gone | G |
| With these thick walls they've blinded him so | J |
| Will you leave him here your poor old Villon | G |
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| Come see him here in his piteous plight | K |
| Noblemen free of tax and tithe | L |
| Holding nothing by king or emperor's right | K |
| But by grace of the God of Paradise | F |
| Sundays and Tuesdays he fasts and sighs | F |
| His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below | J |
| After dry bread and no gateaux | F |
| Water for soup that floats his guts along | M |
| With no table or chair he's lying low | J |
| Will you leave him here your poor old Villon | G |
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| Princes of note old new don't fail | N |
| Beg the king's pardon for me and seal | O |
| And a basket to raise me I'll sit upon | G |
| So pigs behave to each other they say | F |
| When one pig squeals all rush that way | F |
| Will you leave him here your poor old Villon | G |
Franaois Villon
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