Count Eberhard, The Groaner Of Wurtembert. A War Song Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Now hearken ye who take delight	A
In boasting of your worth	B
To many a man to many a knight	A
Beloved in peace and brave in fight	A
The Swabian land gives birth	B
	-
Of Charles and Edward Louis Guy	C
And Frederick ye may boast	D
Charles Edward Louis Frederick Guy	C
None with Sir Eberhard can vie	C
Himself a mighty host	D
	-
And then young Ulerick his son	E
Ha how he loved the fray	F
Young Ulerick the Count's bold son	E
When once the battle had begun	E
No foot's breadth e'er gave way	F
	-
The Reutlingers with gnashing teeth	G
Saw our bright ranks revealed	H
And panting for the victor's wreath	G
They drew the sword from out the sheath	G
And sought the battle field	H
	-
He charged the foe but fruitlessly	I
Then mail clad homeward sped	J
Stern anger filled his father's eye	C
And made the youthful warrior fly	C
And tears of anguish shed	J
	-
Now rascals quake This grieved him sore	K
And rankled in his brain	L
And by his father's beard he swore	K
With many a craven townsman's gore	K
To wash out this foul stain	L
	-
Ere long the feud raged fierce and loud	M
Then hastened steed and man	N
To Doeffingen in thronging crowd	M
While joy inspired the youngster proud	M
And soon the strife began	N
	-
Our army's signal word that day	F
Was the disastrous fight	A
It spurred us on like lightning's ray	F
And plunged us deep in bloody fray	F
And in the spears' black night	A
	-
The youthful Count his ponderous mace	O
With lion's rage swung round	P
Destruction stalked before his face	O
While groans and howlings filled the place	O
And hundreds bit the ground	P
	-
Woe Woe A heavy sabre stroke	Q
Upon his neck descended	R
The sight each warrior's pity woke	Q
In vain In vain No word he spoke	Q
His course on earth was ended	R
	-
Loud wept both friend and foeman then	S
Checked was the victor's glow	T
The count cheered thus his knights again	S
My son is like all other men	S
March children 'gainst the foe	T
	-
With greater fury whizzed each lance	U
Revenge inflamed the blood	R
O'er corpses moved the fearful dance	U
The townsmen fled in random chance	U
O'er mountain vale and flood	R
	-
Then back to camp with trumpet's bray	F
We hied in joyful haste	V
And wife and child with roundelay	T
With clanging cup and waltzes gay	F
Our glorious triumph graced	V
	-
And our old Count what now does he	I
His son lies dead before him	W
Within his tent all woefully	I
He sits alone in agony	I
And drops one hot tear o'er him	W
	-
And so with true affection warm	X
The Count our lord we love	Y
Himself a mighty hero swarm	X
The thunders rest within his arm	Z
He shines like star above	Y
	-
Farewell then ye who take delight	A
In boasting of your worth	B
To many a man to many a knight	A
Beloved in peace and brave in fight	A
The Swabian land gives birth	B

Friedrich Schiller

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