On Tweed River Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEF GAAHHIIJJ GAAKKLLMM NAANNOOP QQMM| Merrily swim we the moon shines bright | A |
| Both current and ripple are dancing in light | A |
| We have roused the night raven I heard him croak | B |
| As we plashed along beneath the oak | B |
| That flings its broad branches so far and so wide | C |
| Their shadows are dancing in the midst of the tide | C |
| 'Who wakens my nestlings ' the raven he said | D |
| 'My beak shall ere morn in his blood be red | D |
| For a blue swollen corpse is a dainty meal | E |
| And I ll have my share with the pike and the eel ' | F |
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| II | G |
| Merrily swim we the moon shines bright | A |
| There's a golden gleam on the distant height | A |
| There's a silver shadow on the alders dank | H |
| And the drooping willows that wave on the bank | H |
| I see the Abbey both turret and tower | I |
| It is all astir for the vesper hour | I |
| The monks for the chapel are leaving each cell | J |
| But where s Father Philip should toll the bell | J |
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| III | G |
| Merrily swim we the moon shines bright | A |
| Downward we drift through shadow and light | A |
| Under yon rock the eddies sleep | K |
| Calm and silent dark and deep | K |
| The Kelpy has risen from the fathomless pool | L |
| He hath lighted his candle of death and of dool | L |
| Look Father look and you ll laugh to see | M |
| How he gapes and he glares with his eyes on thee | M |
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| IV | N |
| Good luck to your fishing whom watch ye to night | A |
| A man of mean or a man of might | A |
| Is it layman or priest that must float in your cove | N |
| Or lover who crosses to visit his love | N |
| Hark heard ye the Kelpy reply as we passed | O |
| 'God's blessing on the warder he lock'd the bridge fast | O |
| All that come to my cove are sunk | P |
| Priest or layman lover or monk ' | - |
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| Landed landed the black book hath won | Q |
| Else had you seen Berwick with morning sun | Q |
| Sain ye and save ye and blithe mot ye be | M |
| For seldom they land that go swimming with me | M |
Sir Walter Scott
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