Spinning Songs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGEHIJB KLMNOPQR S TUVCWVXY Z A2GB2C2D2B2E2F2 G2 OH2I2J2I2EK2L2EM2Z D AN2OO2P2 I2GG GK2I2 I2LO AN2Q2DQ2DDDD R2DS2I2T2I2U2 DDDV2U2 DD| A MOUNTAIN SPINNING SONG | A |
| A Young Girl sings it | B |
| THE Lannan Shee | C |
| Watched the young man Brian | D |
| Cross over the stile towards his father's door | E |
| And she said 'No help | F |
| For now he'll see | G |
| His byre his bawn and his threshing floor | E |
| And oh the swallows | H |
| Forget all wonders | I |
| When walls with the nests rise up once more ' | J |
| My strand is knit | B |
| - | |
| 'Out of the dream | K |
| Of me into | L |
| The round of his labour he will grow | M |
| To spread his fields | N |
| In the winds of spring | O |
| And tramp the heavy glebe and sow | P |
| And cut and clamp | Q |
| And rear the turf | R |
| Until the season when they mow ' | - |
| My wheel runs smooth | S |
| - | |
| 'And while he toils | T |
| In field and bog | U |
| He will be anxious in his mind | V |
| About the thatch | C |
| Of barn and rick | W |
| Against the reiving autumn wind | V |
| And how to make | X |
| His gap and gate | Y |
| Secure against the thieving kind ' | - |
| My wool is fine | Z |
| - | |
| 'He has gone back | A2 |
| No more I'll see | G |
| Mine image in his deepening eyes | B2 |
| Then I'll lean above | C2 |
| The Well of the Bride | D2 |
| And with my beauty peace will rise | B2 |
| O autumn star | E2 |
| In a lake well hid | F2 |
| Fill up my heart and make me wise ' | - |
| My quick brown wheel | G2 |
| - | |
| 'The women bring | O |
| Their pitchers here | H2 |
| At the time when the stir of the house is o'er | I2 |
| They'll see my face | J2 |
| In the well water | I2 |
| And they'll never lift their pitchers more | E |
| For each will say | K2 |
| 'How beautiful | L2 |
| Why should I labour any more | E |
| Indeed I come | M2 |
| Of a race so fine | Z |
| 'Twere waste to labour any more '' | - |
| My thread is spun | D |
| - | |
| - | |
| AN ISLAND SPINNING SONG | A |
| An Older Girl sings if | N2 |
| One came before her and said beseeching | O |
| 'I have fortune and I have lands | O2 |
| And if you'll share in the goods of my household | P2 |
| All my treasure's at your commands ' | - |
| - | |
| But she said to him 'The goods you proffer | I2 |
| Are far from my mind as the silk of the sea | G |
| The arms of him my young love round me | G |
| Is all the treasure that's true for me ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Proud you are then proud of your beauty | G |
| But beauty's a flower will soon decay | K2 |
| The fairest flowers they bloom in the summer | I2 |
| They bloom one summer and they fade away ' | - |
| - | |
| 'My heart is sad then for the little flower | I2 |
| That must so wither where fair it grew | L |
| He who has my heart in keeping | O |
| I would he had my body too ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| A MIDLAND SPINNING SONG | A |
| An Old Woman sings if | N2 |
| There was an oul' trooper went riding by | Q2 |
| On the road to Carricknabauna | D |
| And sorrow is better to sing than cry | Q2 |
| On the way to Carricknabauna | D |
| And as this oul' trooper went riding on | D |
| He heard this sung by a crone a crone | D |
| On the road to Carricknabauna | D |
| - | |
| 'I'd spread my cloak for you young lad | R2 |
| Were it only the breadth of a farthen | D |
| And if your mind was as good as your word | S2 |
| In troth it's you I'd rather | I2 |
| In dread of ere forgetting this | T2 |
| And before we go any farther | I2 |
| Hoist me up to the top of the hill | U2 |
| And show me Carricknabauna ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Carricknabauna Carricknabauna | D |
| Would you show me Carricknabauna | D |
| I lost a horse at Cruckmaelinn | D |
| At the Cross of Bunratty I dropped a limb | V2 |
| But I left my youth on the crown of the hill | U2 |
| Over by Carricknabauna ' | - |
| Girls young girls the rush light is done | D |
| What will I do till my thread is spun | D |
Padraic Colum
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