Sir James The Rose Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B C D DEFG HEIG J KL ECF MEN MEO PEQE PERE DEF JPE ESD TEDE QGP TEDE ULEL VPQP E W EEPE PEL PXHX PPIP DLY DOYZ POPO

The Text is from Motherwell's Minstrelsy It is based on a stall copy presumably similar to one preserved by Sir Walter Scott at Abbotsford combined with a version from recitation which Child none the less calls 'well remembered from print 'A
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The Story has no historical foundation as far as can be discovered and for once we have a traditional tale inculcating a moral though we do not understand why the 'nourice' betrays Sir James to his enemiesB
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Michael Bruce wrote a version of the story of this ballad which seems to have become more popular than the ballad itself It may be seen in A B Grosart's edition of his works pC
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SIR JAMES THE ROSED
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O heard ye of Sir James the RoseD
The young heir of BuleighanE
For he has killed a gallant squireF
And his friends are out to take himG
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Now he's gone to the house of MarrH
Where the Nourice was his lemanE
To seek his dear he did repairI
Thinking she would befriend himG
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'Where are you going Sir James ' she saysJ
'Or where now are you riding '-
'Oh I am bound to a foreign landK
For now I'm under hidingL
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'Where shall I go where shall I runE
Where shall I go to hide meC
For I have killed a gallant squireF
And they're seeking to slay me '-
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'O go ye down to yon ale houseM
And I'll there pay your lawin'E
And if I be a maiden trueN
I'll meet you in the dawin' '-
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'I'll no go down to yon ale houseM
For you to pay my lawin'E
There's forty shillings for one supperO
I'll stay in't till the dawin' '-
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He's turned him richt and round aboutP
And rowed him in his brechanE
And he has gone to take his sleepQ
In the lowlands of BuleighanE
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He had not weel gone out o' sichtP
Nor was he past MillstrethenE
Till four and twenty belted knightsR
Came riding owre the LethanE
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'O have ye seen Sir James the RoseD
The young heir of BuleighanE
For he has killed a gallant squireF
And we're sent out to take him '-
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'O I have seen Sir James ' she saysJ
'For he passed here on MondayP
If the steed be swift that he rides onE
He's past the gates o' London '-
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As they rode on man after manE
Then she cried out behind themS
'If you do seek Sir James the RoseD
I'll tell you where you'll find him '-
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'Seek ye the bank abune the millT
In the lowlands of BuleighanE
And there you'll find Sir James the RoseD
Lying sleeping in his brechanE
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'You must not wake him out of sleepQ
Nor yet must you affright himG
Till you drive a dart quite through his heartP
And through his body pierce him '-
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They sought the bank abune the millT
In the lowlands of BuleighanE
And there they found Sir James the RoseD
Lying sleeping in his brechanE
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Up then spake Sir John the GraemeU
Who had the charge a keepingL
'It shall ne'er be said dear gentlemenE
We killed a man when a sleepingL
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They seized his broad sword and his targeV
And closely him surroundedP
And when he waked out of his sleepQ
His senses were confoundedP
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'O pardon pardon gentlemenE
Have mercy now upon me '-
'Such as you gave such you shall haveW
And so we fall upon thee '-
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'Donald my man wait me uponE
And I'll gie you my brechanE
And if you stay here till I dieP
You'll get my trews of tartanE
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'There is fifty pounds in my pocketP
Besides my trews and brechanE
Ye'll get my watch and diamond ringL
And take me to Loch Largan '-
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Now they've ta'en out his bleeding heartP
And stuck it on a spearX
Then took it to the House of MarrH
And gave it to his dearX
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But when she saw his bleeding heartP
She was like one distractedP
She wrung her hands and tore her hairI
Crying 'Oh what have I actedP
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'It's for your sake Sir James the RoseD
That my poor heart's a breakingL
Cursed be the day I did thee betrayY
Thou brave knight o' Buleighan '-
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Then up she rose and forth she goesD
And in that fatal hourO
She bodily was borne awayY
And never was seen moreZ
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But where she went was never kentP
And so to end the matterO
A traitor's end you may dependP
Can never be no betterO

Frank Sidgwick



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