The Lang Coortin' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDE EFD DGD HIH JKLK MDG M F NJN M F MOJ JPF QRF EGI SGSG TUVU WXWX TJFG FFF FYF EDI FDFD EJI JZJZ EA2IA2 B2JDJ C2DA D2DAD RE2F DFFF DE2JE2 JJGJ VFT JDJD EFIF VGT IFIThe ladye she stood at her lattice high | A |
Wi' her doggie at her feet | B |
Thorough the lattice she can spy | A |
The passers in the street | B |
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'There's one that standeth at the door | C |
And tirleth at the pin | D |
Now speak and say my popinjay | E |
If I sall let him in ' | - |
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Then up and spake the popinjay | E |
That flew abune her head | F |
'Gae let him in that tirls the pin | D |
He cometh thee to wed ' | - |
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O when he cam' the parlour in | D |
A woeful man was he | G |
'And dinna ye ken your lover agen | D |
Sae well that loveth thee ' | - |
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'And how wad I ken ye loved me Sir | H |
That have been sae lang away | I |
And how wad I ken ye loved me Sir | H |
Ye never telled me sae ' | - |
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Said 'Ladye dear ' and the salt salt tear | J |
Cam' rinnin' doon his cheek | K |
'I have sent the tokens of my love | L |
This many and many a week | K |
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'O didna ye get the rings Ladye | M |
The rings o' the gowd sae fine | D |
I wot that I have sent to thee | G |
Four score four score and nine ' | - |
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'They cam' to me ' said that fair ladye | M |
'Wow they were flimsie things ' | - |
Said 'that chain o' gowd my doggie to howd | F |
It is made o' thae self same rings ' | - |
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'And didna ye get the locks the locks | N |
The locks o' my ain black hair | J |
Whilk I sent by post whilk I sent by box | N |
Whilk I sent by the carrier ' | - |
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'They cam' to me ' said that fair ladye | M |
'And I prithee send nae mair ' | - |
Said 'that cushion sae red for my doggie's head | F |
It is stuffed wi' thae locks o' hair ' | - |
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'And didna ye get the letter Ladye | M |
Tied wi' a silken string | O |
Whilk I sent to thee frae the far countrie | J |
A message of love to bring ' | - |
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'It cam' to me frae the far countrie | J |
Wi' its silken string and a' | P |
But it wasna prepaid ' said that high born maid | F |
'Sae I gar'd them tak' it awa' ' | - |
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'O ever alack that ye sent it back | Q |
It was written sae clerkly and well | R |
Now the message it brought and the boon that it sought | F |
I must even say it mysel' ' | - |
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Then up and spake the popinjay | E |
Sae wisely counselled he | G |
'Now say it in the proper way | I |
Gae doon upon thy knee ' | - |
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The lover he turned baith red and pale | S |
Went doon upon his knee | G |
'O Ladye hear the waesome tale | S |
That must be told to thee | G |
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'For five lang years and five lang years | T |
I coorted thee by looks | U |
By nods and winks by smiles and tears | V |
As I had read in books | U |
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'For ten lang years O weary hours | W |
I coorted thee by signs | X |
By sending game by sending flowers | W |
By sending Valentines | X |
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'For five lang years and five lang years | T |
I have dwelt in the far countrie | J |
Till that thy mind should be inclined | F |
Mair tenderly to me | G |
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'Now thirty years are gane and past | F |
I am come frae a foreign land | F |
I am come to tell thee my love at last | F |
O Ladye gie me thy hand ' | - |
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The ladye she turned not pale nor red | F |
But she smiled a pitiful smile | Y |
'Sic' a coortin' as yours my man ' she said | F |
'Takes a lang and a weary while ' | - |
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And out and laughed the popinjay | E |
A laugh of bitter scorn | D |
'A coortin' done in sic' a way | I |
It ought not to be borne ' | - |
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Wi' that the doggie barked aloud | F |
And up and doon he ran | D |
And tugged and strained his chain o' gowd | F |
All for to bite the man | D |
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'O hush thee gentle popinjay | E |
O hush thee doggie dear | J |
There is a word I fain wad say | I |
It needeth he should hear ' | - |
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Aye louder screamed that ladye fair | J |
To drown her doggie's bark | Z |
Ever the lover shouted mair | J |
To make that ladye hark | Z |
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Shrill and more shrill the popinjay | E |
Upraised his angry squall | A2 |
I trow the doggie's voice that day | I |
Was louder than them all | A2 |
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The serving men and serving maids | B2 |
Sat by the kitchen fire | J |
They heard sic' a din the parlour within | D |
As made them much admire | J |
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Out spake the boy in buttons | C2 |
I ween he wasna thin | D |
'Now wha will tae the parlour gae | A |
And stay this deadlie din ' | - |
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And they have taen a kerchief | D2 |
Casted their kevils in | D |
For wha will tae the parlour gae | A |
And stay that deadlie din | D |
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When on that boy the kevil fell | R |
To stay the fearsome noise | E2 |
'Gae in ' they cried 'whate'er betide | F |
Thou prince of button boys ' | - |
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Syne he has taen a supple cane | D |
To swinge that dog sae fat | F |
The doggie yowled the doggie howled | F |
The louder aye for that | F |
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Syne he has taen a mutton bane | D |
The doggie ceased his noise | E2 |
And followed doon the kitchen stair | J |
That prince of button boys | E2 |
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Then sadly spake that ladye fair | J |
Wi' a frown upon her brow | J |
'O dearer to me is my sma' doggie | G |
Than a dozen sic' as thou | J |
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'Nae use nae use for sighs and tears | V |
Nae use at all to fret | F |
Sin' ye've bided sae well for thirty years | T |
Ye may bide a wee langer yet ' | - |
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Sadly sadly he crossed the floor | J |
And tirled at the pin | D |
Sadly went he through the door | J |
Where sadly he cam' in | D |
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'O gin I had a popinjay | E |
To fly abune my head | F |
To tell me what I ought to say | I |
I had by this been wed | F |
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'O gin I find anither ladye ' | - |
He said wi' sighs and tears | V |
'I wot my coortin' sall not be | G |
Anither thirty years | T |
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'For gin I find a ladye gay | I |
Exactly to my taste | F |
I'll pop the question aye or nay | I |
In twenty years at maist ' | - |
Lewis Carroll
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