An Aran Maid's Wedding Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F| I am widow and maid and I very young did you hear my great grief that my treasure was drowned If I had been in the boat that day and my hand on the rope my word to you O'Reilly it is I would have saved you sorrow | A |
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| Do you remember the day the street was full of riders and of priests and brothers and all talking of the wedding feast The fiddle was there in the middle and the harp answering to it and twelve mannerly women to bring my love to his bed | B |
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| But you were of those three that went across to Kilcomin ferrying Father Peter who was three and eighty years old if you came back within a month itself I would be well content but is it not a pity I to be lonely and my first love in the waves | C |
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| I would not begrudge you O'Reilly to be kinsman to a king white bright courts around you and you lying at your ease a quiet well learned lady to be settling out your pillow but it is a great thing you to die from me when I had given you my love entirely | D |
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| It is no wonder a broken heart to be with your father and your mother the white breasted mother that crooned you and you a baby your wedded wife O thousand treasures that never set out your bed and the day you went to Trabawn how well it failed you to come home | E |
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| Your eyes are with the eels and your lips with the crabs and your two white hands under the sharp rule of the salmon Five pounds I would give to him that would find my true love Ochone it is you are a sharp grief to young Mary ni Curtain | F |
Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
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