The Yerl O' Waterydeck Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED DEFE GDHD EIJI KLML NDND DOOO DEDI NENE DOOO NEIE PBQB BOOR OENE SCDC OKOK ODOD DODD OSDS OSES DODO SDSD PDPD TOUO EUVU NEOE DSPS PDPD SKOK NKEK| The wind it blew and the ship it flew | A |
| And it was Hey for hame | B |
| But up an' cried the skipper til his crew | A |
| Haud her oot ower the saut sea faem | B |
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| Syne up an' spak the angry king | C |
| Haud on for Dumferline | D |
| Quo' the skipper My lord this maunna be | E |
| I'm king on this boat o' mine | D |
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| He tuik the helm intil his han' | D |
| He left the shore un'er the lee | E |
| Syne croodit sail an' east an' south | F |
| Stude awa richt oot to sea | E |
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| Quo' the king Leise majesty I trow | G |
| Here lies some ill set plan | D |
| 'Bout ship Quo' the skipper Yer grace forgets | H |
| Ye are king but o' the lan' | D |
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| Oot he heild to the open sea | E |
| Quhill the north wind flaughtered an' fell | I |
| Syne the east had a bitter word to say | J |
| That waukent a watery hell | I |
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| He turnt her heid intil the north | K |
| Quo' the nobles He s' droon by the mass | L |
| Quo' the skipper Haud afif yer lady ban's | M |
| Or ye'll never see the Bass | L |
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| The king creepit down the cabin stair | N |
| To drink the gude French wine | D |
| An' up cam his dochter the princess fair | N |
| An' luikit ower the brine | D |
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| She turnt her face to the drivin snaw | D |
| To the snaw but and the weet | O |
| It claucht her snood an' awa like a dud | O |
| Her hair drave oot i' the sleet | O |
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| She turnt her face frae the drivin win' | D |
| Quhat's that aheid quo' she | E |
| The skipper he threw himsel frae the win' | D |
| An' he brayt the helm alee | I |
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| Put to yer han' my lady fair | N |
| Haud up her heid quo' he | E |
| Gien she dinna face the win' a wee mair | N |
| It's faurweel to you an' me | E |
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| To the tiller the lady she laid her han' | D |
| An' the ship brayt her cheek to the blast | O |
| They joukit the berg but her quarter scraped | O |
| An' they luikit at ither aghast | O |
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| Quo' the skipper Ye are a lady fair | N |
| An' a princess gran' to see | E |
| But war ye a beggar a man wud sail | I |
| To the hell i' yer company | E |
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| She liftit a pale an' a queenly face | P |
| Her een flashed an' syne they swam | B |
| An' what for no to the hevin she says | Q |
| An' she turnt awa frae him | B |
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| Bot she tuik na her han' frae the gude ship's helm | B |
| Till the day begouth to daw | O |
| An' the skipper he spak but what was said | O |
| It was said atween them twa | R |
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| An' syne the gude ship she lay to | O |
| Wi' Scotlan' hyne un'er the lee | E |
| An' the king cam up the cabin stair | N |
| Wi' wan face an' bluidshot ee | E |
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| Laigh loutit the skipper upo' the deck | S |
| Stan' up stan' up quo' the king | C |
| Ye're an honest loun an' beg me a boon | D |
| Quhan ye gie me back this ring | C |
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| Lowne blew the win' the stars cam oot | O |
| The ship turnt frae the north | K |
| An' or ever the sun was up an' aboot | O |
| They war intil the firth o' Forth | K |
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| Quhan the gude ship lay at the pier heid | O |
| And the king stude steady o' the lan' | D |
| Doon wi' ye skipper doon he said | O |
| Hoo daur ye afore me stan' | D |
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| The skipper he loutit on his knee | D |
| The king his blade he drew | O |
| Quo' the king Noo mynt ye to centre me | D |
| I'm aboord my vessel noo | D |
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| Gien I hadna been yer verra gude lord | O |
| I wud hae thrawn yer neck | S |
| Bot ye wha loutit Skipper o' Doon | D |
| Rise up Yerl o' Waterydeck | S |
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| The skipper he rasena Yer Grace is great | O |
| Yer wull it can heize or ding | S |
| Wi' ae wee word ye hae made me a yerl | E |
| Wi' anither mak me a king | S |
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| I canna mak ye a king quo' he | D |
| The Lord alane can do that | O |
| I snowk leise majesty my man | D |
| Quhat the Sathan wad ye be at | O |
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| Glowert at the skipper the doutsum king | S |
| Jalousin aneth his croon | D |
| Quo' the skipper Here is yer Grace's ring | S |
| An' yer dochter is my boon | D |
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| The black blude shot intil the king's face | P |
| He wasna bonny to see | D |
| The rascal skipper he lichtlies oor grace | P |
| Gar hang him heigh on yon tree | D |
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| Up sprang the skipper an' aboord his ship | T |
| Cleikit up a bytin blade | O |
| An' hackit at the cable that held her to the pier | U |
| An' thoucht it 'maist ower weel made | O |
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| The king he blew shill in a siller whustle | E |
| An' tramp tramp doon the pier | U |
| Cam twenty men on twenty horses | V |
| Clankin wi' spur an' spear | U |
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| At the king's fute fell his dochter fair | N |
| His life ye wadna spill | E |
| Ye daur stan' twixt my hert an' my hate | O |
| I daur wi' a richt gude will | E |
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| Ye was aye to yer faither a thrawart bairn | D |
| But my lady here stan's the king | S |
| Luikna him i' the angry face | P |
| A monarch's anither thing | S |
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| I lout to my father for his grace | P |
| Low on my bendit knee | D |
| But I stan' an' luik the king i' the face | P |
| For the skipper is king o' me | D |
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| She turnt she sprang upo' the deck | S |
| The cable splashed i' the Forth | K |
| Her wings sae braid the gude ship spread | O |
| And flew east an' syne flew north | K |
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| Now was not this a king's dochter | N |
| A lady that feared no skaith | K |
| A woman wi' quhilk a man micht sail | E |
| Prood intil the Port o' Death | K |
George Macdonald
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