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 LornA
Quhen Thomas Randell on this wisB
Wes takyn as Ik her devysB
And send to dwell in gud kepingC
For spek that he spak to the kingC
The gud king that thocht on the scaithD
The dispyt and felny bathD
That Jhone off Lorne had till him doynA
His ost assemblyt he then soneA
And towart Lorn he tuk the wayE
With his men intill gud arayF
Bot Jhone off Lorn off his cummyngC
Lang or he come had witteringC
And men on ilk sid gadryt heG
I trow twa thousand thai mycht beG
And send thaim for to stop the wayE
Quhar the gud king behovyt awayE
And that wes in an evill plasB
That sa strayt and sa narow wasB
That twasum samyn mycht nocht ridH
In sum place off the hillis sidH
The nethyr halff was peralousB
For schor crag hey and hydwousB
Raucht to the se doun fra the pasB
On athyr halff the montane wasB
Sua combrous hey and stayE
That it was hard to pas that wayE
I trow nocht that in all BretaneA
Ane heyar hill may fundyn beG
Thar Jhone off Lorne gert his menyeI
Enbuschyt be abovyn the wayE
For giff the king held thar awayE
He thocht he suld sone vencussyt beG
And himselff held him apon the seB
Weill ner the pais with his galayisB
Bot the king that in all assayisB
Wes fundyn wys and avisB
Persavyt rycht weill thar sutelteE
And that he neid that gait suld gaC
His men departyt he in twaE
And till the gud lord off DouglasB
Quham in herbryd all worschip wasB
He taucht the archerys everilkaneA
And this gud lord with him has taneA
Schyr Alysander Fraser the wychtE
And Wylyam Wysman a gud knychtE
And with thaim syne Schyr Androw GrayE
Thir with thar mengne held thar wayE
And clamb the hill deliverlyJ
And or thai off the tother partyE
Persavyt thaim thai had ilkaneA
The hycht abovyne thar fayis taneA
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The battle beneath Ben CruachanA
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The king and his men held thar wayE
And quhen intill the pas war thaiD
Entryt the folk of Lorne in hyD
Apon the king raysyt the cryD
And schot and tumblit on him stanysB
Rycht gret and hevy for the nanysB
Bot thai scaith nocht gretly the kingC
For he had thar in his ledingC
Men that lycht and deliver warF
And lycht armouris had on thaim tharF
Sua that thai stoutly clamb the hillJ
And lettyt thar fayis to fulfillJ
The maist part of thar felnyA
And als apon the tother partyE
Come James of Douglas and his routE
And schot apon thaim with a schoutE
And woundyt thaim with arowis fastE
And with thar swerdis at the lastE
Thai ruschyt amang thaim hardelyJ
For thai of Lorn full manlelyJ
Gret and apert defens gan maC
Bot quhen thai saw that thai war suaB
Assaylit apon twa partysB
And saw weill that thar ennemysB
Had all the fayrer off the fychtE
In full gret hy thai tuk the flychtE
And thai a felloun chas gan maC
And slew all that thai mycht ourtaE
And thai that mycht eschap but delayJ
Rycht till ane water held thar wayJ
That ran doun be the hillis sydE
It was sa styth and depe and widE
That men in na place mycht it pasB
Bot at ane btyg that beneuth thaim wasB
To that brig held thai straucht the wayJ
And to brek it fast gan assayB
Bot thai that chassyt quhen thai thaim sawB
Mak arest but dred or awB
Thai ruschyt apon thaim hardelyJ
And discumfyt thaim uterlyJ
And held the brig haile quhill the kingC
With all the folk off his ledingC
Passyt the brig all at thar eseB
To Jhone off Lorne it suld displeseB
I trow quhen he his men mycht seB
Oute off his schippis fra the seB
Be slayne and chassyt in the hillJ
That he mycht set na help thartillJ
For it angrys als gretumlyJ
To gud hartis that ar worthiD
To se thar fayis fulfill thhar willJ
As to thaim selff to thoke the illJ
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The taking of Dunstaffnage and the surrender of Alexander of ArgyllJ
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At sic myscheiff war thai of LornA
For fele the lyvys thar has lorneA
And other sum war fled thar wayJ
The king in hy gert sese the prayJ
Off all the land quhar men mycht seB
Sa gret habundance come of feJ
That it war wonder to behauldE
The king that stout wes stark and bauldE
Till Dunstaffynch rycht sturdelyJ
A sege set and besilyJ
Assaylit the castell it to getE
And in schort tym he has thaim setE
In swilk thrang that tharin war thanA
That magre tharis he it wanA
And ane gud wardane tharin setE
And betaucht hym bath men and metE
Sua that he lang tyme thar mycht beB
Magre thaim all off that countreJ
Schyr Alerandir off Arghile that sawB
The king dystroy up clene and lawB
His land send treyteris to the kingC
And cum his man but mar duellingC
And he resavit him till his pesB
Bot Jhone off Lorne his sone yeit wesB
Rebell as he wes wont to beB
And fled with schippis on the seB
Bot thai that left apon the landE
War to the king all obeysandE
And he thar hostage all has taneA
And towart Perth agayne is ganeA
To play him thar into the playneA
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The plan to take the peel of LinlithgowC
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Yeit Lothyane was him agayneA
And at Lythkow wes than a peleJ
Mekill and stark and stuffyt weleJ
With Inglismen and wes resetE
To thaim that with armuris or metE
Fra Edynburgh wald to Strevelyn gaC
And fra Strevelyng agane alsuaB
And till the countre did gret illJ
Now may ye her giff that ye willJ
Entrmellys and juperdyisB
That men assayit mony wysB
Castellis and peyllis for to taC
And this Lithquhow wes ane off thaD
And I sall tell You how it wes taneA
In the contre thar wonnyt aneA
That husband wes and with his feJ
Oftsys hay to the peile led heB
Wilyame Bunnok to name he hichtC
That stalwart man wes into fichtC
He saw sa hard the contre staidC
That he gret noy and pite hadC
Throw the gret force that it was thenA
Governyt and led with InglismenA
That travalyt men out our mesureJ
He wes a stout carle and a stureJ
And off himselff dour and hardyC
And had freyndis wonnand him byD
And schawyt ti sum his preveteC
And apon his convyne gat heC
Men that mycht ane enbuschement maC
Quhill that he with his wayne suld gaC
To lede thaim hay into the peleJ
Bot his wayne suld be stuffyt weleJ
For aucht men in the bodyC
Off his wayn suld sit prevelyJ
And with hay helyt be aboutC
And himselff that wes dour and stoutC
Suld be the wayne gang ydillyJ
And ane yuman wycht and hardyC
Befor suld dryve the wayne and berJ
Ane hachat that war scharp to scherJ
Under his belt and quhen the yatC
War apynnyt and thai war tharatC
And he hard him cry sturdelyJ
'Call all call all ' than hastylyJ
He suld stryk with the ax in twaJ
the soyme and than in hy suld thaD
That war within the wayne cum outC
And mak debate quhill that thar routC
That suld nerby enbushyt beC
Cum for to manteyme the melleJ
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The taking of the peel of LinlithgowC
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This wes intill the hervyst tydC
Quhen feldis that ar fayr and widC
Chargyt with corne all fully warJ
For syndry cornys that thai barJ
Wox ryp to wyn to mannys fudC
And the treys all chargyt studC
With ser frutis on syndry wysB
In this swete tyme that I devysB
Thai off the pele had wonnyn hayJ
And with this Bunnok spokyn had thaiD
To lede thar hay for he wes nerJ
And he assentyt but daungerJ
And said that he in the mornyngC
Weile sone a fothyr he suld bringC
Fayrer and gretar and weile morJ
Than he brocht ony that yer beforJ
And held thaim cunnand sekyrlyJ
For that nycht warnyt he prevelyJ
Thaim that in the wayne suld gaC
And that in the buschement suld be alsuaB
And thai sa graithly sped thaim tharJ
That or day thai enbuschyt warJ
Weile ner the pele quhar thai mycht herJ
The cry als sone as ony werJ
And held thaim sua still but steringC
That nane off thaim had persavingC
And this Bunnok fast gan him payneA
To dres his menye in his wayneA
And all a quhile befor the dayJ
He had thaim helyt weile with haC
And maid him to yok his feJ
Till men the son schynand mycht seB
And sum that war within the peleJ
War ischyt on thar awne unseleJ
To wyn thar hervyst ner tharbyC
Than Bunnok with the cumpanyA
That in his wayne closyt he hadC
Went on his way but mar abaidC
And callit his wayne towart the peleJ
And the portar that saw him weleJ
Cum ner the yet it opnyt soneA
And then Bunnok foroutyn honeA
GertC

John Barbour



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