Lord Ingram And Chiel Wyet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B A ACAC DEAE CCCC CFAG CHCG AACA CIC JKJK JAJA LAM NAC OGPQ REAEAE SASACA RTCTA RUAU UCAV RWMW WAMA XACA AGA MVCC MAC AUA VUA ACAC GCAC MUCU MACA YCUC CCZ

The Text is taken from Motherwell's Minstrelsy a similar version being given in Maidment's North Countrie Garland A few alterations from the latter version are incorporatedA
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The Story bears tokens of confusion with Lady Maisry in some of the variants of either but here the tragedy is that the bridegroom is brother to the lover The end of this ballad in all its forms is highly unnatural in its style why should Maisery's remorse at having been such an expense to Lord Ingram be three times as great as her grief for the loss of her lover It is by no means romanticB
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LORD INGRAM AND CHIEL WYETA
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Lord Ingram and Chiel WyetA
Was baith born in one bowerC
Laid baith their hearts on one ladyA
The less was their honourC
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Chiel Wyet and Lord IngramD
Was baith born in one hallE
Laid baith their hearts on one ladyA
The worse did them befallE
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Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady MaiseryC
From father and from motherC
Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady MaiseryC
From sister and from brotherC
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Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady MaiseryC
With leave of a' her kinF
And every one gave full consentA
But she said no to himG
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Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady MaiseryC
Into her father's ha'H
Chiel Wyet woo'd her Lady MaiseryC
Amang the sheets so sma'G
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Now it fell out upon a dayA
She was dressing her headA
That ben did come her father dearC
Wearing the gold so redA
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He said 'Get up now Lady MaiseryC
Put on your wedding gownI
For Lord Ingram he will be hereC
Your wedding must be done '-
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'I'd rather be Chiel Wyet's wifeJ
The white fish for to sellK
Before I were Lord Ingram's wifeJ
To wear the silk so wellK
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'I'd rather be Chiel Wyet's wifeJ
With him to beg my breadA
Before I were Lord Ingram's wifeJ
To wear the gold so redA
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'Where will I get a bonny boyL
Will win gold to his feeA
And will run unto Chiel Wyet'sM
With this letter from me '-
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'O here I am the boy ' says oneN
'Will win gold to my feeA
And carry away any letterC
To Chiel Wyet from thee '-
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And when he found the bridges brokeO
He bent his bow and swamG
And when he found the grass growingP
He hastened and he ranQ
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And when he came to Chiel Wyet's castleR
He did not knock nor callE
But set his bent bow to his breastA
And lightly leaped the wallE
And ere the porter open'd the gateA
The boy was in the hallE
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The first line he looked onS
A grieved man was heA
The next line he looked onS
A tear blinded his eeA
Says 'I wonder what ails my one brotherC
He'll not let my love beA
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'But I'll send to my brother's bridalR
The bacon shall be mineT
Full four and twenty buck and roeC
And ten tun of the wineT
And bid my love be blythe and gladA
And I will follow syne '-
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There was not a groom about that castleR
But got a gown of greenU
And all was blythe and all was gladA
But Lady Maisery she was neenU
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There was no cook about that kitchenU
But got a gown of grayC
And all was blythe and all was gladA
But Lady Maisery was waeV
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Between Mary Kirk and that castleR
Was all spread ower with garlW
To keep Lady Maisery and her maidensM
From tramping on the marlW
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From Mary Kirk to that castleW
Was spread a cloth of goldA
To keep Lady Maisery and her maidensM
From treading on the moldA
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When mass was sung and bells was rungX
And all men bound for bedA
Then Lord Ingram and Lady MaiseryC
In one bed they were laidA
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When they were laid into their bedA
It was baith saft and warmG
He laid his hand over her sideA
Says 'I think you are with bairn '-
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'I told you once so did I twiceM
When ye came me to wooV
That Chiel Wyet your only brotherC
One night lay in my bowerC
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'I told you twice I told you thriceM
Ere ye came me to wedA
That Chiel Wyet your one brotherC
One night lay in my bed '-
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'O will you father your bairn on meA
And on no other manU
And I'll give him to his dowryA
Full fifty ploughs of land '-
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'I will not father my bairn on youV
Nor on no wrongeous manU
Though ye would give him to his dowryA
Five thousand ploughs of land '-
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Then up did start him Chiel WyetA
Shed by his yellow hairC
And gave Lord Ingram to the heartA
A deep wound and a sairC
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Then up did start him Lord IngramG
Shed by his yellow hairC
And gave Chiel Wyet to the heartA
A deep wound and a sairC
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There was no pity for that two lordsM
Where they were lying slainU
But all was for her Lady MaiseryC
In that bower she gaed brainU
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There was no pity for that two lordsM
When they were lying deadA
But all was for her Lady MaiseryC
In that bower she went madA
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Said 'Get to me a cloak of clothY
A staff of good hard treeC
If I have been an evil womanU
I shall beg till I deeC
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'For a bit I'll beg for Chiel WyetC
For Lord Ingram I'll beg threeC
All for the good and honourable marriageZ
At Mary Kirk he gave me '-

Frank Sidgwick



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