Muckle-mouth Meg Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD AAAA EFE GHGG CICI CACA GAGA JAJA KCKC| Frowned the Laird on the Lord So red handed I catch thee | A |
| Death doomed by our Law of the Border | B |
| We've a gallows outside and a chiel to dispatch thee | A |
| Who trespasses hangs all's in order | B |
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| He met frown with smile did the young English gallant | C |
| Then the Laird's dame Nay Husband I beg | D |
| He's comely be merciful Grace for the callant | C |
| If he marries our Muckle mouth Meg | D |
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| No mile wide mouthed monster of yours do I marry | A |
| Grant rather the gallows laughed he | A |
| Foul fare kith and kin of you why do you tarry | A |
| To tame your fierce temper quoth she | A |
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| Shove him quick in the Hole shut him fast for a week | E |
| Cold darkness and hunger work wonders | F |
| Who lion like roars now mouse fashion will squeak | E |
| And 'it rains' soon succeed to 'it thunders ' | - |
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| A week did he bide in the cold and the dark | G |
| Not hunger for duly at morning | H |
| In flitted a lass and a voice like a lark | G |
| Chirped Muckle mouth Meg still ye're scorning | G |
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| Go hang but here's parritch to hearten ye first | C |
| Did Meg's muckle mouth boast within some | I |
| Such music as yours mine should match it or burst | C |
| No frog jaws So tell folk my Winsome | I |
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| Soon week came to end and from Hole's door set wide | C |
| Out he marched and there waited the lassie | A |
| Yon gallows or Muckle mouth Meg for bride | C |
| Consider Sky's blue and turf's grassy | A |
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| Life's sweet shall I say ye wed Muckle mouth Meg | G |
| Not I quoth the stout heart too eerie | A |
| The mouth that can swallow a bubblyjock's egg | G |
| Shall I let it munch mine Never Dearie | A |
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| Not Muckle mouth Meg Wow the obstinate man | J |
| Perhaps he would rather wed me | A |
| Ay would he with just for a dowry your can | J |
| I'm Muckle mouth Meg chirruped she | A |
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| Then so so so so as he kissed her apace | K |
| Will I widen thee out till thou turnest | C |
| From Margaret Minnikin mou' by God's grace | K |
| To Muckle mouth Meg in good earnest | C |
Robert Browning
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Nita Graves: Meg (Agnes) is the granddaughter of my 13th great grandmother, Grisel Bethune (Beaton?)1521-1579. Grisel married Andy Murray of Blackbarony. Their son was Gideon Murray, father of Agnes “Meg”.
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