Margaret's Bridal Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Margaret's Bridal Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee	B
There is a rose that's ready	B
And which of the handsome young men shall it be	B
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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My daughter come hither come hither to me	B
There is a rose that's ready	B
Come point me your finger on him that you see	B
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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O mother my mother it never can be	B
There is a rose that's ready	B
For I shall bring shame on the man marries me	B
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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Now let your tongue be deep as the sea	B
There is a rose that's ready	B
And the man'll jump for you right briskly will he	B
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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Tall Margaret wept bitterly	B
There is a rose that's ready	B
And as her parent bade did she	B
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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O the handsome young man dropped down on his knee	B
There is a rose that's ready	B
Pale Margaret gave him her hand woe's me	B
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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II	A
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O mother my mother this thing I must say	D
There is a rose in the garden	E
Ere he lies on the breast where that other lay	D
And the bird sings over the roses	F
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Now folly my daughter for men are men	G
There is a rose in the garden	E
You marry them blindfold I tell you again	G
And the bird sings over the roses	F
	-
O mother but when he kisses me	B
There is a rose in the garden	E
My child 'tis which shall sweetest be	B
And the bird sings over the roses	F
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O mother but when I awake in the morn	H
There is a rose in the garden	E
My child you are his and the ring is worn	H
And the bird sings over the roses	F
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Tall Margaret sighed and loosened a tress	I
There is a rose in the garden	E
Poor comfort she had of her comeliness	I
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
My mother will sink if this thing be said	J
There is a rose in the garden	E
That my first betrothed came thrice to my bed	J
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
He died on my shoulder the third cold night	K
There is a rose in the garden	E
I dragged his body all through the moonlight	K
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
But when I came by my father's door	L
There is a rose in the garden	E
I fell in a lump on the stiff dead floor	L
And the bird sings over the roses	I
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O neither to heaven nor yet to hell	M
There is a rose in the garden	E
Could I follow the lover I loved so well	M
And the bird sings over the roses	I
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III	A
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The bridesmaids slept in their chambers apart	N
There is a rose that's ready	B
Tall Margaret walked with her thumping heart	N
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
	-
The frill of her nightgown below the left breast	O
There is a rose that's ready	B
Had fall'n like a cloud of the moonlighted West	O
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
	-
But where the West cloud breaks to a star	P
There is a rose that's ready	B
Pale Margaret's breast showed a winding scar	P
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
	-
O few are the brides with such a sign	Q
There is a rose that's ready	B
Though I went mad the fault was mine	Q
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
	-
I must speak to him under this roof to night	K
There is a rose that's ready	B
I shall burn to death if I speak in the light	K
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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O my breast I must strike you a bloodier wound	R
There is a rose that's ready	B
Than when I scored you red and swooned	S
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
	-
I will stab my honour under his eye	A
There is a rose that's ready	B
Though I bleed to the death I shall let out the lie	A
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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O happy my bridesmaids white sleep is with you	T
There is a rose that's ready	B
Had he chosen among you he might sleep too	T
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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O happy my bridesmaids your breasts are clean	U
There is a rose that's ready	B
You carry no mark of what has been	V
There's a rose that's ready for clipping	C
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IV	-
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An hour before the chilly beam	W
Red rose and white in the garden	E
The bridegroom started out of a dream	W
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
He went to the door and there espied	B
Red rose and white in the garden	E
The figure of his silent bride	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
He went to the door and let her in	V
Red rose and white in the garden	E
Whiter looked she than a child of sin	V
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
She looked so white she looked so sweet	B
Red rose and white in the garden	E
She looked so pure he fell at her feet	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
He fell at her feet with love and awe	X
Red rose and white in the garden	E
A stainless body of light he saw	I
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
O Margaret say you are not of the dead	B
Red rose and white in the garden	E
My bride by the angels at night are you led	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
I am not led by the angels about	B
Red rose and white in the garden	E
But I have a devil within to let out	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
O Margaret my bride and saint	B
Red rose and white in the garden	E
There is on you no earthly taint	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
I am no saint and no bride can I be	B
Red rose and while in the garden	E
Until I have opened my bosom to thee	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
To catch at her heart she laid one hand	B
Red rose and white in the garden	E
She told the tale where she did stand	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
She stood before him pale and tall	Y
Red rose and white in the garden	E
Her eyes between his she told him all	Y
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
She saw how her body grow freckled and foul	Z
Red rose and white in the garden	E
She heard from the woods the hooting owl	Z
And the bird sings over the roses	I
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With never a quiver her mouth did speak	A2
Red rose and white in the garden	E
O when she had done she stood so meek	A2
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
The bridegroom stamped and called her vile	B2
Red rose and white in the garden	E
He did but waken a little smile	B2
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
The bridegroom raged and called her foul	Z
Red rose and white in the garden	E
She heard from the woods the hooting owl	Z
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
He muttered a name full bitter and sore	L
Red rose and white in the garden	E
She fell in a lump on the still dead floor	L
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
O great was the wonder and loud the wail	C2
Red rose and white in the garden	E
When through the household flew the tale	C2
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
The old grey mother she dressed the bier	D2
Red rose and white in the garden	E
With a shivering chin and never a tear	E2
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
O had you but done as I bade you my child	B
Red rose and white in the garden	E
You would not have died and been reviled	B
And the bird sings over the roses	I
	-
The bridegroom he hung at midnight by the bier	D2
Red rose and white in the garden	E
He eyed the white girl thro' a dazzling tear	E2
And the bird sings over the roses	I
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O had you been false as the women who stray	D
Red rose and white in the garden	E
You would not be now with the Angels of Day	D
And the bird sings over the roses	I