Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme

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From the bonny bells of heather	A
They brewed a drink long syne	B
Was sweeter far than honey	B
Was stronger far than wine	B
They brewed it and they drank it	C
And lay in a blessed swound	C
For days and days together	A
In their dwellings underground	C
	-
There rose a king in Scotland	C
A fell man to his foes	D
He smote the Picts in battle	E
He hunted them like roes	D
Over miles of the red mountain	B
He hunted as they fled	C
And strewed the dwarfish bodies	F
Of the dying and the dead	C
	-
Summer came in the country	B
Red was the heather bell	G
But the manner of the brewing	H
Was none alive to tell	G
In graves that were like children s	I
On many a mountain head	C
The Brewsters of the Heather	A
Lay numbered with the dead	C
	-
The king in the red moorland	C
Rode on a summer s day	C
And the bees hummed and the curlews	I
Cried beside the way	C
The king rode and was angry	B
Black was his brow and pale	J
To rule in a land of heather	A
And lack the Heather Ale	J
	-
It fortuned that his vassals	I
Riding free on the heath	K
Came on a stone that was fallen	B
And vermin hid beneath	K
Rudely plucked from their hiding	H
Never a word they spoke	L
A son and his aged father	A
Last of the dwarfish folk	L
	-
The king sat high on his charger	A
He looked on the little men	B
And the dwarfish and swarthy couple	E
Looked at the king again	B
Down by the shore he had them	M
And there on the giddy brink	N
I will give you life ye vermin	B
For the secret of the drink	N
	-
There stood the son and father	A
And they looked high and low	O
The heather was red around them	M
The sea rumbled below	O
And up and spoke the father	A
Shrill was his voice to hear	P
I have a word in private	C
A word for the royal ear	P
	-
Life is dear to the aged	C
And honor a little thing	H
I would gladly sell the secret	C
Quoth the Pict to the King	H
His voice was small as a sparrow s	I
And shrill and wonderful clear	Q
I would gladly sell my secret	C
Only my son I fear	Q
	-
For life is a little matter	A
And death is nought to the young	R
And I dare not sell my honor	A
Under the eye of my son	B
Take him O king and bind him	S
And cast him far in the deep	T
And it s I will tell the secret	C
That I have sworn to keep	T
	-
They took the son and bound him	S
Neck and heels in a thong	U
And a lad took him and swung him	S
And flung him far and strong	U
And the sea swallowed his body	B
Like that of a child of ten	B
And there on the cliff stood the father	A
Last of the dwarfish men	B
	-
True was the word I told you	V
Only my son I feared	C
For I doubt the sapling courage	W
That goes without the beard	C
But now in vain is the torture	A
Fire shall never avail	J
Here dies in my bosom	X
The secret of Heather Ale	J

Robert Louis Stevenson

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