Lord Thomas And Fair Annet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E EFEF EFG GHCC ICE CCI CCE CHE CCC CCE ICI CEE CECE ICJ ACCC AJC CECE ICEC IEIE JCCC JCEC ECEC ECEC EEC CCC CCEC CCEC KEEE EEEE LCJC CCCC| The Text is from Percy's Reliques vol ii vol iii In the latter edition he also gives the English version of the ballad earlier in the same volume | A |
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| The Story This ballad as it is one of the most beautiful is also one of the most popular It should be compared with Fair Margaret and Sweet William in which the forlorn maid dies of grief not by the hand of her rival | B |
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| A series of Norse ballads tell much the same tale but in none is the 'friends' will' a crucial point Chansons from Burgundy Bretagne Provence and northern Italy faintly echo the story | C |
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| Lord Thomas his mither says that Fair Annet has no 'gowd and gear' yet later on we find that Annet's father can provide her with a horse shod with silver and gold and four and twenty silver bells in his mane she is attended by a large company her cleading skinkles and her belt is of pearl | D |
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| LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET | E |
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| Lord Thomas and Fair Annet | E |
| Sate a' day on a hill | F |
| Whan night was cum and sun was sett | E |
| They had not talkt their fill | F |
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| Lord Thomas said a word in jest | E |
| Fair Annet took it ill | F |
| 'A I will nevir wed a wife | G |
| Against my ain friends' will ' | - |
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| 'Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife | G |
| A wife wull neir wed yee' | H |
| Sae he is hame to tell his mither | C |
| And knelt upon his knee | C |
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| 'O rede O rede mither ' he says | I |
| 'A gude rede gie to mee | C |
| O sall I tak the nut browne bride | E |
| And let Faire Annet bee ' | - |
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| 'The nut browne bride haes gowd and gear | C |
| Fair Annet she has gat nane | C |
| And the little beauty Fair Annet haes | I |
| O it wull soon be gane ' | - |
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| And he has till his brother gane | C |
| 'Now brother rede ye mee | C |
| A sall I marrie the nut browne bride | E |
| And let Fair Annet bee ' | - |
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| 'The nut browne bride has oxen brother | C |
| The nut browne bride has kye | H |
| I wad hae ye marrie the nut browne bride | E |
| And cast Fair Annet bye ' | - |
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| 'Her oxen may dye i' the house billie | C |
| And her kye into the byre | C |
| And I sall hae nothing to mysell | C |
| Bot a fat fadge by the fyre ' | - |
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| And he has till his sister gane | C |
| 'Now sister rede ye mee | C |
| O sall I marrie the nut browne bride | E |
| And set Fair Annet free ' | - |
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| 'I'se rede ye tak Fair Annet Thomas | I |
| And let the browne bride alane | C |
| Lest ye sould sigh and say Alace | I |
| What is this we brought hame ' | - |
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| 'No I will tak my mither's counsel | C |
| And marrie me owt o' hand | E |
| And I will tak the nut browne bride | E |
| Fair Annet may leive the land ' | - |
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| Up then rose Fair Annet's father | C |
| Twa hours or it wer day | E |
| And he is gane into the bower | C |
| Wherein Fair Annet lay | E |
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| 'Rise up rise up Fair Annet ' he says | I |
| 'Put on your silken sheene | C |
| Let us gae to St Marie's kirke | J |
| And see that rich weddeen ' | - |
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| 'My maides gae to my dressing roome | A |
| And dress to me my hair | C |
| Whaireir yee laid a plait before | C |
| See yee lay ten times mair | C |
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| 'My maides gae to my dressing room | A |
| And dress to me my smock | J |
| The one half is o' the holland fine | C |
| The other o' needle work ' | - |
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| The horse Fair Annet rade upon | C |
| He amblit like the wind | E |
| Wi' siller he was shod before | C |
| Wi' burning gowd behind | E |
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| Four and twanty siller bells | I |
| Wer a' tyed till his mane | C |
| And yae tift o' the norland wind | E |
| They tinkled ane by ane | C |
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| Four and twanty gay gude knichts | I |
| Rade by Fair Annet's side | E |
| And four and twanty fair ladies | I |
| As gin she had bin a bride | E |
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| And whan she cam to Marie's kirk | J |
| She sat on Marie's stean | C |
| The cleading that Fair Annet had on | C |
| It skinkled in their een | C |
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| And whan she cam into the kirk | J |
| She shimmered like the sun | C |
| The belt that was about her waist | E |
| Was a' wi' pearles bedone | C |
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| She sat her by the nut browne bride | E |
| And her een they wer sae clear | C |
| Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride | E |
| Whan Fair Annet drew near | C |
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| He had a rose into his hand | E |
| He gae it kisses three | C |
| And reaching by the nut browne bride | E |
| Laid it on Fair Annet's knee | C |
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| Up than spak the nut browne bride | E |
| She spak wi' meikle spite | E |
| 'And whair gat ye that rose water | C |
| That does mak yee sae white ' | - |
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| 'O I did get the rose water | C |
| Whair ye wull neir get nane | C |
| For I did get that very rose water | C |
| Into my mither's wame ' | - |
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| The bride she drew a long bodkin | C |
| Frae out her gay head gear | C |
| And strake Fair Annet unto the heart | E |
| That word spak nevir mair | C |
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| Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale | C |
| And marvelit what mote bee | C |
| But whan he saw her dear heart's blude | E |
| A' wood wroth wexed hee | C |
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| He drew his dagger that was sae sharp | K |
| That was sae sharp and meet | E |
| And drave it into the nut browne bride | E |
| That fell deid at his feit | E |
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| 'Now stay for me dear Annet ' he sed | E |
| 'Now stay my dear ' he cry'd | E |
| Then strake the dagger untill his heart | E |
| And fell deid by her side | E |
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| Lord Thomas was buried without kirk wa' | L |
| Fair Annet within the quiere | C |
| And o' the tane thair grew a birk | J |
| The other a bonny briere | C |
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| And ay they grew and ay they threw | C |
| As they wad faine be neare | C |
| And by this ye may ken right weil | C |
| They were twa luvers deare | C |
Frank Sidgwick
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