The Eve Of St. John Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day	A
He spurr'd his courser on	B
Without stop or stay down the rocky way	A
That leads to Brotherstone	B
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He went not with the bold Buccleuch	C
His banner broad to rear	D
He went not 'gainst the English yew	E
To lift the Scottish spear	D
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Yet his plate jack was braced and his helmet was laced	F
And his vaunt brace of proof he wore	G
At his saddle gerthe was a good steel sperthe	H
Full ten pound weight and more	G
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The Baron return'd in three days' space	I
And his looks were sad and sour	J
And weary was his courser's pace	I
As he reach'd his rocky tower	J
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He came not from where Ancram Moor	K
Ran red with English blood	L
Where the Douglas true and the bold Buccleuch	C
'Gainst keen Lord Evers stood	M
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Yet was his helmet hack'd and hew'd	M
His acton pierced and tore	G
His axe and his dagger with blood inbrued	M
But it was not English gore	G
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He lighted at the Chapellage	N
He held him close and still	O
And he whistled thrice for his little foot page	N
His name was English Will	O
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Come thou hither my little foot page	N
Come hither to my knee	B
Though thou art young and tender of age	N
I think thou art true to me	B
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Come tell me all that thou hast seen	B
And look thou tell me true	E
Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been	B
What did thy lady do	E
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My lady each night sought the lonely light	M
That burns on the wild Watchfold	M
For from height to height the beacons bright	M
Of the English foemen told	M
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The bittern clamour'd from the moss	P
The wind blew loud and shrill	O
Yet the craggy pathway she did cross	P
To the eiry Beacon Hill	O
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I watch'd her steps and silent came	Q
Where she sat her on a stone	B
No watchman stood by the dreary flame	Q
It burned all alone	B
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The second night I kept her in sight	M
Till to the fire she came	Q
And by Mary's might an Armed Knight	M
Stood by the lonely flame	Q
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And many a word that warlike lord	M
Did speak to my lady there	R
But the rain fell fast and loud blew the blast	M
And I heard not what they were	J
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The third night there the sky was fair	R
And the mountain blast was still	O
As again I watch'd the secret pair	R
On the lonesome Beacon Hill	O
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And I heard her name the midnight hour	J
And name this holy eve	S
And say 'Come this night to thy lady's bower	J
Ask no bold Baron's leave	S
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He lifts his spear with the bold Buccleuch	C
His lady is all alone	B
The door she'll undo to her knight so true	E
On the eve of good St John '	-
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'I cannot come I must not come	T
I dare not come to thee	B
On the eve of St John I must wander alone	B
In thy bower I may not be '	-
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'Now out on thee faint hearted knight	M
Thou shouldst not say me nay	B
For the eve is sweet and when lovers meet	M
Is worth the whole summer's day	B
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'And I'll chain the blood hound and the warder shall not sound	M
And rushes shall be strew'd on the stair	R
So by the black rood stone and by Holy St John	B
I conjure thee my love to be there '	-
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'Though the blood hound be mute and the rush beneath my foot	M
And the warder his bugle should not blow	U
Yet there sleepeth a priest in the chamber to the east	M
And my footstep he would know '	-
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'O fear not the priest who sleepeth to the east	M
For to Dryburgh the way he has ta'en	B
And there to say mass till three days do pass	V
For the soul of a knight that is slayne '	-
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He turn'd him around and grimly he frown'd	M
Then he laugh'd right scornfully	U
'He who says the mass rite for the soul of that knight	M
May as well say mass for me	B
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'At the lone midnight hour when bad spirits have power	J
In thy chamber will I be '	-
With that he was gone and my lady left alone	B
And no more did I see	B
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Then changed I trow was that bold Baron's brow	W
From the dark to the blood red high	X
Now tell me the mien of the knight thou hast seen	B
For by Mary he shall die	X
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His arms shone full bright in the beacon's red light	M
His plume it was scarlet and blue	U
On his shield was a hound in a silver leash bound	M
And his crest was a branch of the yew	U
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Thou liest thou liest thou little foot page	N
Loud dost thou lie to me	B
For that knight is cold and low laid in the mould	M
All under the Eildon tree	B
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Yet hear but my word my noble lord	M
For I heard her name his name	Q
And that lady bright she called the knight	M
Sir Richard of Coldinghame	Q
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The bold Baron's brow then changed I trow	U
From high blood red to pale	U
The grave is deep and dark and the corpse is stiff and stark	Y
So I may not trust thy tale	U
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Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose	Z
And Eildon slopes to the plain	B
Full three nights ago by some secret foe	U
That gay gallant was slain	B
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The varying light deceived thy sight	M
And the wild winds drown'd the name	Q
For the Dryburgh bells ring and the white monks do sing	A2
For Sir Richard of Coldinghame	Q
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He pass'd the court gate and he oped the tower gate	M
And he mounted the narow stair	R
To the bartizan seat where with maids that on her wait	M
He found his lady fair	R
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That lady sat in mournful mood	M
Look'd over hill and vale	U
Over Tweed's fair flod and Mertoun's wood	M
And all down Teviotdale	U
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Now hail now hail thou lady bright	M
Now hail thou Baron true	U
What news what news from Ancram fight	M
What news from the bold Buccleuch	C
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The Ancram Moor is red with gore	G
For many a southron fell	U
And Buccleuch has charged us evermore	G
To watch our beacons well	U
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The lady blush'd red but nothing she said	M
Nor added the Baron a word	M
Then she stepp'd down the stair to her chamber fair	R
And so did her moody lord	M
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In sleep the lady mourn'd and the Baron toss'd and turn'd	M
And oft to himself he said	M
The worms around him creep and his bloody grave is deep	B2
It cannot give up the dead	M
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It was near the ringing of matin bell	U
The night was wellnigh done	B
When a heavy sleep on that Baron fell	U
On the eve of good St John	B
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The lady look'd through the chamber fair	R
By the light of a dying flame	Q
And she was aware of a knight stood there	R
Sir Richard of Coldinghame	Q
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Alas away away she cried	M
For the holy Virgin's sake	C2
Lady I know who sleeps by thy side	M
But lady he will not awake	C2
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By Eildon tree for long nights three	B
In bloody grave have I lain	B
The mass and the death prayer are said for me	B
But lady they are said in vain	B
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By the Baron's brand near Tweed's fair strand	M
Most foully slain I fell	U
And my restless sprite on the beacon's height	M
For a space is doom'd to dwell	U
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At our trysting place for a certain space	I
I must wander to and fro	U
But I had not had power to come to thy bower	J
Had'st thou not conjured me so	U
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Love master'd fear her brow she cross'd	M
How Richard hast thou sped	M
And art thou saved or art thou lost	M
The vision shook his head	M
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Who spilleth life shall forfeit life	D2
So bid thy lord believe	S
That lawless love is guilt above	E2
This awful sign receive	S
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He laid his left palm on an oaken beam	Q
His right upon her hand	M
The lady shrunk and fainting sunk	F2
For it scorch'd like a fiery brand	M
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The sable score of fingers four	G
Remains on that board impress'd	M
And for evermore that lady wore	G
A covering on her wrist	M
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There is a nun in Dryburgh bower	J
Ne'er looks upon the sun	B
There is a monk in Melrose tower	J
He speaketh word to none	B
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That nun who ne'er beholds the day	B
That monk who speaks to none	B
That nun was Smaylho'me's Lady gay	B
That monk the bold Baron	B