The Brus Book Xvi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDEEFGDDHIJJEEIH KBBDDHIBBHJGFHBLLMHN NBBFGBBBJ O PQHBJJBBJJENEELLEEQQ QQLLBBQJBHBBJJJJMHLL KEEBBJ K JMH JJBBEENKBBJJJKKK BBK EEEEKKEREE KDDKKBB JQEEEEJJQK J JKKDDJJJJEEJJEEKKBBJ JKQJJEEBBNJJJKKEEJMQ QJJN CCDDKKBBJJJJJJKQEE QQBBJJJ

King Robert goes to IrelandA
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Quhen Schyr Edward as Ik said arB
Had discomfyt Richard of ClarB
And of Irland all the barnageC
Thris throu his worthi vasselagD
And syne with all his men of maynE
Till Cragfergus wes cummyn agaynE
The gud erle of Murreff ThomasF
Tuk leyff in Scotland for to pasG
And he him levyt with a gruchingD
And syne him chargyt to the kingD
To pray him specialli that heH
Cum intill Irland him to seI
For war thai bath into that landJ
Thai suld fynd nane suld thaim withstandJ
The erle furth thane his way has taneE
And till his schipping is he gaynE
And sayllyt weill out our the seI
Intill Scotland sone aryvit heH
Syne till the king he went in hy-
And he resavyt him glaidsumlyK
And speryt of his brodyr fayrB
And of journayis that thai had tharB
And he him tauld all but lesingD
Quhen the king left had the speringD
His charge to the gud king tauld heH
And he said he wald blythly seI
Hys brother and se the afferB
Off that cuntre and off thar werB
A gret mengye then gaderyt heH
And twa lordys of gret bounteJ
The tane the Stewart Walter wasG
The tother James of DouglasF
Wardanys in his absence maid heH
For to maynteyme wele the countreB
Syne to the se he tuk the wayL
And at Lochriane in GallowayL
He schippyt with all his menyeM
To Cragfergus sone cummyn is heH
Schyr Edward of his come wes blythN
And went doun to mete him swythN
And welcummyt him with glaidsome cherB
Sa did he all that with him werB
And specially the erle ThomasF
Off Murreff that his nevo wasG
Syne till the castell went thai yarB
And maid thaim mekill fest and farB
Thai sojournyt that dayis threB
And that in myrth and jolyteJ
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The Scots march south and an ambush is prepared for themO
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King Robert apon this kyn wisP
Intill Irland aryvit isQ
And quhen in Cragfergus had heH
With his men sojournyt dayis threB
Thai tuk to consaill that thai waldJ
With thar folk thar wayis haldJ
Throu all Irland fra end till otherB
Schyr Edward than the kingis brotherB
Befor in the avaward raidJ
The king himselff the rerward maidJ
That had intill his cumpanyE
The erle Thomas that wes worthiN
Thar wayis southwart haff thai taneE
And sone ar passyt InderwillaneE
This wes in the moneth of MayL
Quhen byrdis syngis in ilk sprayL
Melland thar notis with seymly souneE
For softnes of the swet sesounE
And levys off the branchys spredisQ
And blomys brycht besid tham bredisQ
And feldis ar strowyt with flourisQ
Well saverand of ser colourisQ
And all thing worthis blyth and gayL
Quhen that this gud king tuk his wayL
To rid southwart as I said arB
The wardane than Richard of ClarB
Wyst the king wes aryvyt suaQ
And wyst that he schup him to taJ
His way towart the south contreB
And of all Irland assemblit heH
Bath burges and chevalryB
And hobilleris and yhumanryB
Quhill he had ner fourty thousandJ
Bot he wald nocht yet tak on handJ
With all his fayis in feld to fychtJ
Bot he umbethocht him of ane slychtJ
That he with all his gret menyeM
Wald in a wod enbuschit beH
All prively besid the wayL
Quhar that thar fayis suld awayL
And lat the avaward pas fer by-
And syne assembill hardelyK
On the rerward with all thar menE
Thai did as thai divisyt thenE
In ane wod thai enbuschit werB
The Scottis ost raid by thaim nerB
Bot thai na schawing of thaim maidJ
-
The ambush of King Robert's men the folly of Colin CampbellK
-
Schyr Edward weill fer forouth radJ
With thaim that war of his menyeM
To the rerward na tent tuk heH
And Schyr Richard of Clar in hy-
Quhen Schyr Edward wes passyt by-
Send lycht yomen that weill couth schoutJ
To bykkyr the rerward apon futeJ
Then twa of thaim that send furth warB
At the wod sid thaim bykkerit tharB
And schot amang the ScottismenE
The king that had thar with him thenE
Weill fyve thousand wicht and worthiN
Saw thai twa sa abandounlyK
Schut amang thaim and cum sa nerB
He wist rycht weill withoutyn werB
That thai rycht ner suppowall hadJ
Tharfor a bidding has he madJ
That na man sall be sa hardyJ
To prik at thaim bot sarralyK
Rid redy ay into bataillK
To defend gif men wald assailK
'For we sall sone Ik undreta '-
He said 'haf for to do with ma '-
Bot Schyr Colyne Cambell that nerB
Was by quhar thai twa yhumen werB
Schoutand amang thaim hardilyK
Prykyt on thaim in full gret hy-
And sone the tane has our taneE
And with the sper him sone has slaneE
The tother turnyt and schot agayneE
And at the schot his hors has slaneE
With that the king come hastilyK
And intill his malancolyK
With a trounsoun intill hys newE
To Schyr Colyne sic dusche he geveR
That he dynnyt on his arsounE
Than bad he smertly tit him dounE
Bot other lordis that war him by-
Ameyssyt the king into partyK
And he said 'Breking of biddingD
Mycht caus all our discumfitingD
Weyne ye yone ribaldis durst assaillK
Us sa ner intill our bataillK
Bot giff thai had suppowaill nerB
I wate rycht weill withoutyn werB
That we sall haf to do in hy-
Tharfor luk ilk man be redy '-
With that weill neir thretty or maJ
Off bowmen come and bykyrit suaQ
That thai hurt off the kingis menE
The king has gert his archeris thenE
Schoute for to put thai men agaynE
With that thai entryt in a playnE
And saw arayit agayn thaim standJ
In four bataillis fourty thousandJ
The king said 'Now lordingis lat seQ
Quha worthy in this fycht sall beK
On thaim foroutyn mar abaid '-
-
The fight and victory of King RobertJ
-
Sa stoutly than on thaim thai raidJ
And assemblyt sa hardelyK
That off thar fayis a gret partyK
War laid at erd at thar metingD
Thar wes off speris sic bristingD
As ather apon other raidJ
That it a wele gret frusch has maidJ
Hors come thar fruschand heid for heidJ
Sua that fele on the ground felle deidJ
Mony a wycht and worthi manE
As ather apon other ranE
War duschyt dede doun to the groundJ
The red blud out off mony a woundJ
Ruschyt in sa gret foysoun thanE
That off the blud the stremys ranE
And thai that wraith war and angryK
Dang on other sa hardilyK
With wapnys that war brycht and barB
That mony a gud man deyit tharB
For thai that hardy war and wychtJ
And frontlynys with thar fayis gan fychtJ
Pressyt thaim formast for to beK
Thar mycht men cruell bargane seQ
And hard bataill Ik tak on handJ
In all the wer off IrlandJ
Sa hard a fechting wes nocht seneE
The quhether of gret victours nynteyneE
Schyr Edward has withoutyn werB
And into les than in thre yerB
And in syndry bataillis of thaN
Vencussyt thretty thousand and maJ
With trappyt hors rycht to the feteJ
Bot in all tymys he wes yeteJ
Ay ane for fyve quhen lest wes heK
Bot the king into this melleK
Had alwayis aucht of his fa menE
For ane bot he sua bar him thenE
That his gud deid and his bounteJ
Confortyt sua all his menyeM
That the mast coward hardy wesQ
For quhar he saw the thikkest presQ
Sa hardely on thaim he raidJ
That thar about him roume he maidJ
And Erle Thomas the worthiN
Wes in all tyme ner him by-
And faucht as he war in a rageC
Sua that for thar gret vasselageC
Thar men sic gret hardyment gan takD
That thai na perell wald forsakD
Bot thaim abandound sa stoutlyK
And dang apon thaim sa hardelyK
That all thar fayis affrayit warB
And thai that saw weill be thar farB
That thai eschewyt sumdele the fychtJ
Than dang thai on with all thar mychtJ
And pressit thame dyngand so fastJ
That thai the bak gaf at the lastJ
And thai that saw thaim tak the flichtJ
Pressit thame than with all thare mychtJ
And in thar fleyng fele gan slaK
The kingis men has chassyt suaQ
That thai war scalyt everilkaneE
Rychard off Clar the way has taneE
To Devillyne into full gret hy-
With other lordys that fled him by-
And warnysyt bath castellis and townysQ
That war in thar possessiounysQ
Thai war sa felly fleyit tharB
That I trow Schyr Richard off ClarB
Sall haiff na will to faynd his mychtJ
In bataill na in fors to fychtJ
Quhill King Robert andJ

John Barbour



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