The Brus Book X Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDAAEFCCGGEEBBH HBBBBEEAGIEEGBBBBECE BBAAEEEEJEAA A EDDDBBCCFFJJAEEEEEJJ CBBBEECEJJEEBBJBBBJJ CCBBBBJJJDJJ J AAJJBJEEJJEEAAEEBJBB CCBBBBEEAAA C AJJEECBJJBBCDAAJBCCC CAAJJCDCCCCJJCJCCJCJ JCCJJJDCCCJ C CCJJCCBBJDJJCCJJJJCB JJJJCCAAJCJBJJCACCJJ AAC| Preparations for battle against John of Lorn | A |
| Quhen Thomas Randell on this wis | B |
| Wes takyn as Ik her devys | B |
| And send to dwell in gud keping | C |
| For spek that he spak to the king | C |
| The gud king that thocht on the scaith | D |
| The dispyt and felny bath | D |
| That Jhone off Lorne had till him doyn | A |
| His ost assemblyt he then sone | A |
| And towart Lorn he tuk the way | E |
| With his men intill gud aray | F |
| Bot Jhone off Lorn off his cummyng | C |
| Lang or he come had wittering | C |
| And men on ilk sid gadryt he | G |
| I trow twa thousand thai mycht be | G |
| And send thaim for to stop the way | E |
| Quhar the gud king behovyt away | E |
| And that wes in an evill plas | B |
| That sa strayt and sa narow was | B |
| That twasum samyn mycht nocht rid | H |
| In sum place off the hillis sid | H |
| The nethyr halff was peralous | B |
| For schor crag hey and hydwous | B |
| Raucht to the se doun fra the pas | B |
| On athyr halff the montane was | B |
| Sua combrous hey and stay | E |
| That it was hard to pas that way | E |
| I trow nocht that in all Bretane | A |
| Ane heyar hill may fundyn be | G |
| Thar Jhone off Lorne gert his menye | I |
| Enbuschyt be abovyn the way | E |
| For giff the king held thar away | E |
| He thocht he suld sone vencussyt be | G |
| And himselff held him apon the se | B |
| Weill ner the pais with his galayis | B |
| Bot the king that in all assayis | B |
| Wes fundyn wys and avis | B |
| Persavyt rycht weill thar sutelte | E |
| And that he neid that gait suld ga | C |
| His men departyt he in twa | E |
| And till the gud lord off Douglas | B |
| Quham in herbryd all worschip was | B |
| He taucht the archerys everilkane | A |
| And this gud lord with him has tane | A |
| Schyr Alysander Fraser the wycht | E |
| And Wylyam Wysman a gud knycht | E |
| And with thaim syne Schyr Androw Gray | E |
| Thir with thar mengne held thar way | E |
| And clamb the hill deliverly | J |
| And or thai off the tother party | E |
| Persavyt thaim thai had ilkane | A |
| The hycht abovyne thar fayis tane | A |
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| The battle beneath Ben Cruachan | A |
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| The king and his men held thar way | E |
| And quhen intill the pas war thai | D |
| Entryt the folk of Lorne in hy | D |
| Apon the king raysyt the cry | D |
| And schot and tumblit on him stanys | B |
| Rycht gret and hevy for the nanys | B |
| Bot thai scaith nocht gretly the king | C |
| For he had thar in his leding | C |
| Men that lycht and deliver war | F |
| And lycht armouris had on thaim thar | F |
| Sua that thai stoutly clamb the hill | J |
| And lettyt thar fayis to fulfill | J |
| The maist part of thar felny | A |
| And als apon the tother party | E |
| Come James of Douglas and his rout | E |
| And schot apon thaim with a schout | E |
| And woundyt thaim with arowis fast | E |
| And with thar swerdis at the last | E |
| Thai ruschyt amang thaim hardely | J |
| For thai of Lorn full manlely | J |
| Gret and apert defens gan ma | C |
| Bot quhen thai saw that thai war sua | B |
| Assaylit apon twa partys | B |
| And saw weill that thar ennemys | B |
| Had all the fayrer off the fycht | E |
| In full gret hy thai tuk the flycht | E |
| And thai a felloun chas gan ma | C |
| And slew all that thai mycht ourta | E |
| And thai that mycht eschap but delay | J |
| Rycht till ane water held thar way | J |
| That ran doun be the hillis syd | E |
| It was sa styth and depe and wid | E |
| That men in na place mycht it pas | B |
| Bot at ane btyg that beneuth thaim was | B |
| To that brig held thai straucht the way | J |
| And to brek it fast gan assay | B |
| Bot thai that chassyt quhen thai thaim saw | B |
| Mak arest but dred or aw | B |
| Thai ruschyt apon thaim hardely | J |
| And discumfyt thaim uterly | J |
| And held the brig haile quhill the king | C |
| With all the folk off his leding | C |
| Passyt the brig all at thar ese | B |
| To Jhone off Lorne it suld displese | B |
| I trow quhen he his men mycht se | B |
| Oute off his schippis fra the se | B |
| Be slayne and chassyt in the hill | J |
| That he mycht set na help thartill | J |
| For it angrys als gretumly | J |
| To gud hartis that ar worthi | D |
| To se thar fayis fulfill thhar will | J |
| As to thaim selff to thoke the ill | J |
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| The taking of Dunstaffnage and the surrender of Alexander of Argyll | J |
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| At sic myscheiff war thai of Lorn | A |
| For fele the lyvys thar has lorne | A |
| And other sum war fled thar way | J |
| The king in hy gert sese the pray | J |
| Off all the land quhar men mycht se | B |
| Sa gret habundance come of fe | J |
| That it war wonder to behauld | E |
| The king that stout wes stark and bauld | E |
| Till Dunstaffynch rycht sturdely | J |
| A sege set and besily | J |
| Assaylit the castell it to get | E |
| And in schort tym he has thaim set | E |
| In swilk thrang that tharin war than | A |
| That magre tharis he it wan | A |
| And ane gud wardane tharin set | E |
| And betaucht hym bath men and met | E |
| Sua that he lang tyme thar mycht be | B |
| Magre thaim all off that countre | J |
| Schyr Alerandir off Arghile that saw | B |
| The king dystroy up clene and law | B |
| His land send treyteris to the king | C |
| And cum his man but mar duelling | C |
| And he resavit him till his pes | B |
| Bot Jhone off Lorne his sone yeit wes | B |
| Rebell as he wes wont to be | B |
| And fled with schippis on the se | B |
| Bot thai that left apon the land | E |
| War to the king all obeysand | E |
| And he thar hostage all has tane | A |
| And towart Perth agayne is gane | A |
| To play him thar into the playne | A |
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| The plan to take the peel of Linlithgow | C |
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| Yeit Lothyane was him agayne | A |
| And at Lythkow wes than a pele | J |
| Mekill and stark and stuffyt wele | J |
| With Inglismen and wes reset | E |
| To thaim that with armuris or met | E |
| Fra Edynburgh wald to Strevelyn ga | C |
| And fra Strevelyng agane alsua | B |
| And till the countre did gret ill | J |
| Now may ye her giff that ye will | J |
| Entrmellys and juperdyis | B |
| That men assayit mony wys | B |
| Castellis and peyllis for to ta | C |
| And this Lithquhow wes ane off tha | D |
| And I sall tell You how it wes tane | A |
| In the contre thar wonnyt ane | A |
| That husband wes and with his fe | J |
| Oftsys hay to the peile led he | B |
| Wilyame Bunnok to name he hicht | C |
| That stalwart man wes into ficht | C |
| He saw sa hard the contre staid | C |
| That he gret noy and pite had | C |
| Throw the gret force that it was then | A |
| Governyt and led with Inglismen | A |
| That travalyt men out our mesure | J |
| He wes a stout carle and a sture | J |
| And off himselff dour and hardy | C |
| And had freyndis wonnand him by | D |
| And schawyt ti sum his prevete | C |
| And apon his convyne gat he | C |
| Men that mycht ane enbuschement ma | C |
| Quhill that he with his wayne suld ga | C |
| To lede thaim hay into the pele | J |
| Bot his wayne suld be stuffyt wele | J |
| For aucht men in the body | C |
| Off his wayn suld sit prevely | J |
| And with hay helyt be about | C |
| And himselff that wes dour and stout | C |
| Suld be the wayne gang ydilly | J |
| And ane yuman wycht and hardy | C |
| Befor suld dryve the wayne and ber | J |
| Ane hachat that war scharp to scher | J |
| Under his belt and quhen the yat | C |
| War apynnyt and thai war tharat | C |
| And he hard him cry sturdely | J |
| 'Call all call all ' than hastyly | J |
| He suld stryk with the ax in twa | J |
| the soyme and than in hy suld tha | D |
| That war within the wayne cum out | C |
| And mak debate quhill that thar rout | C |
| That suld nerby enbushyt be | C |
| Cum for to manteyme the melle | J |
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| The taking of the peel of Linlithgow | C |
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| This wes intill the hervyst tyd | C |
| Quhen feldis that ar fayr and wid | C |
| Chargyt with corne all fully war | J |
| For syndry cornys that thai bar | J |
| Wox ryp to wyn to mannys fud | C |
| And the treys all chargyt stud | C |
| With ser frutis on syndry wys | B |
| In this swete tyme that I devys | B |
| Thai off the pele had wonnyn hay | J |
| And with this Bunnok spokyn had thai | D |
| To lede thar hay for he wes ner | J |
| And he assentyt but daunger | J |
| And said that he in the mornyng | C |
| Weile sone a fothyr he suld bring | C |
| Fayrer and gretar and weile mor | J |
| Than he brocht ony that yer befor | J |
| And held thaim cunnand sekyrly | J |
| For that nycht warnyt he prevely | J |
| Thaim that in the wayne suld ga | C |
| And that in the buschement suld be alsua | B |
| And thai sa graithly sped thaim thar | J |
| That or day thai enbuschyt war | J |
| Weile ner the pele quhar thai mycht her | J |
| The cry als sone as ony wer | J |
| And held thaim sua still but stering | C |
| That nane off thaim had persaving | C |
| And this Bunnok fast gan him payne | A |
| To dres his menye in his wayne | A |
| And all a quhile befor the day | J |
| He had thaim helyt weile with ha | C |
| And maid him to yok his fe | J |
| Till men the son schynand mycht se | B |
| And sum that war within the pele | J |
| War ischyt on thar awne unsele | J |
| To wyn thar hervyst ner tharby | C |
| Than Bunnok with the cumpany | A |
| That in his wayne closyt he had | C |
| Went on his way but mar abaid | C |
| And callit his wayne towart the pele | J |
| And the portar that saw him wele | J |
| Cum ner the yet it opnyt sone | A |
| And then Bunnok foroutyn hone | A |
| Gert | C |
John Barbour
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