Edinburgh After Flodden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGFHIJKLAMA A ENG OPQPRSTUQVGV A FWBWMXV QYQYVVMVZ QA2 Z VB2VB2VWC2WVD2VE2MA2 F2A2VG2VG2H2C2Z V VI2J2I2VVVVK2D2SD2QF LF Z VVH2VVE2L2D2VM2VVM2V VMVYN2O2N2P2VQ2VR2S2 Z Z VVQVQVVVVT2MT2VZVZVN 2VN2QZA2ZVFV Z MN2MN2U2MMMRMVKBKVMM QV2MV2 R QZZZMZBZVVMVFW2BW2 R RVX2VVWFWRY2MY2VMRMV VRVVZ2V V FA3K2A3VVVVRB2VB2BB3 VC3V2Y2VY2D3VY2VQZMZ VWVWQVRVQY2F VI | A |
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News of battle news of battle | B |
Hark 'tis ringing down the street | C |
And the archways and the pavement | D |
Bear the clang of hurrying feet | C |
News of battle Who hath brought it | E |
News of triumph Who should bring | F |
Tidings from our noble army | G |
Greetings from our gallant King | F |
All last night we watched the beacons | H |
Blazing on the hills afar | I |
Each one bearing as it kindled | J |
Message of the opened war | K |
All night long the northern streamers | L |
Shot across the trembling sky | A |
Fearful lights that never beckon | M |
Save when kings or heroes die | A |
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II | A |
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News of battle Who hath brought it | E |
All are thronging to the gate | N |
'Warder warder open quickly | G |
Man is this a time to wait ' | - |
And the heavy gates are opened | O |
Then a murmur long and loud | P |
And a cry of fear and wonder | Q |
Bursts from out the bending crowd | P |
For they see in battered harness | R |
Only one hard stricken man | S |
And his weary steed is wounded | T |
And his cheek is pale and wan | U |
Spearless hangs a bloody banner | Q |
In his weak and drooping hand | V |
God can that be Randolph Murray | G |
Captain of the city band | V |
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III | A |
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Round him crush the people crying | F |
'Tell us all oh tell us true | W |
Where are they who went to battle | B |
Randolph Murray sworn to you | W |
Where are they our brothers children | M |
Have they met the English foe | X |
Why art thou alone unfollowed | V |
Is it weal or is it woe ' | - |
Like a corpse the grisly warrior | Q |
Looks from out his helm of steel | Y |
But no word he speaks in answer | Q |
Only with his arm d heel | Y |
Chides his weary steed and onward | V |
Up the city streets they ride | V |
Fathers sisters mothers children | M |
Shrieking praying by his side | V |
'By the God that made thee Randolph | Z |
Tell us what mischance hath come ' | - |
Then he lifts his riven banner | Q |
And the asker's voice is dumb | A2 |
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IV | Z |
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The elders of the city | V |
Have met within their hall | B2 |
The men whom good King James had charged | V |
To watch the tower and wall | B2 |
'Your hands are weak with age ' he said | V |
'Your hearts are stout and true | W |
So bide ye in the Maiden Town | C2 |
While others fight for you | W |
My trumpet from the Border side | V |
Shall send a blast so clear | D2 |
That all who wait within the gate | V |
That stirring sound may hear | E2 |
Or if it be the will of heaven | M |
That back I never come | A2 |
And if instead of Scottish shouts | F2 |
Ye hear the English drum | A2 |
Then let the warning bells ring out | V |
Then gird you to the fray | G2 |
Then man the walls like burghers stout | V |
And fight while fight you may | G2 |
'T were better that in fiery flame | H2 |
The roofs should thunder down | C2 |
Than that the foot of foreign foe | Z |
Should trample in the town ' | - |
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V | V |
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Then in came Randolph Murray | V |
His step was slow and weak | I2 |
And as he doffed his dinted helm | J2 |
The tears ran down his cheek | I2 |
They fell upon his corslet | V |
And on his mail d hand | V |
As he gazed around him wistfully | V |
Leaning sorely on his brand | V |
And none who then beheld him | K2 |
But straight were smote with fear | D2 |
For a bolder and a sterner man | S |
Had never couched a spear | D2 |
They knew so sad a messenger | Q |
Some ghastly news must bring | F |
And all of them were fathers | L |
And their sons were with the King | F |
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VI | Z |
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And up then rose the Provost | V |
A brave old man was he | V |
Of ancient name and knightly fame | H2 |
And chivalrous degree | V |
He ruled our city like a Lord | V |
Who brooked no equal here | E2 |
And ever for the townsmen's rights | L2 |
Stood up 'gainst prince and peer | D2 |
And he had seen the Scottish host | V |
March from the Borough muir | M2 |
With music storm and clamorous shout | V |
And all the din that thunders out | V |
When youth's of victory sure | M2 |
But yet a dearer thought had he | V |
For with a father's pride | V |
He saw his last remaining son | M |
Go forth by Randolph's side | V |
With casque on head and spur on heel | Y |
All keen to do and dare | N2 |
And proudly did that gallant boy | O2 |
Dunedin's banner bear | N2 |
Oh woeful now was the old man's look | P2 |
And he spake right heavily | V |
'Now Randolph tell thy tidings | Q2 |
However sharp they be | V |
Woe is written on thy visage | R2 |
Death is looking from thy face | S2 |
Speak though it be of overthrow | Z |
It cannot be disgrace ' | - |
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VII | Z |
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Right bitter was the agony | V |
That wrung the soldier proud | V |
Thrice did he strive to answer | Q |
And thrice he groaned aloud | V |
Then he gave the riven banner | Q |
To the old man's shaking hand | V |
Saying 'That is all I bring ye | V |
From the bravest of the land | V |
Ay ye may look upon it | V |
It was guarded well and long | T2 |
By your brothers and your children | M |
By the valiant and the strong | T2 |
One by one they fell around it | V |
As the archers laid them low | Z |
Grimly dying still unconquered | V |
With their faces to the foe | Z |
Ay ye well may look upon it | V |
There is more than honour there | N2 |
Else be sure I had not brought it | V |
From the field of dark despair | N2 |
Never yet was royal banner | Q |
Steeped in such a costly dye | Z |
It hath lain upon a bosom | A2 |
Where no other shroud shall lie | Z |
Sirs I charge you keep it holy | V |
Keep it as a sacred thing | F |
For the stain you see upon it | V |
Was the life blood of your King ' | - |
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VIII | Z |
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Woe woe and lamentation | M |
What a piteous cry was there | N2 |
Widows maidens mothers children | M |
Shrieking sobbing in despair | N2 |
Through the streets the death word rushes | U2 |
Spreading terror sweeping on | M |
'Jesu Christ our King has fallen | M |
O great God King James is gone | M |
Holy Mother Mary shield us | R |
Thou who erst did lose thy Son | M |
O the blackest day for Scotland | V |
That she ever knew before | K |
O our King the good the noble | B |
Shall we see him never more | K |
Woe to us and woe to Scotland | V |
O our sons our sons and men | M |
Surely some have 'scaped the Southron | M |
Surely some will come again ' | - |
Till the oak that fell last winter | Q |
Shall uprear its shattered stem | V2 |
Wives and mothers of Dunedin | M |
Ye may look in vain for them | V2 |
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IX | R |
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But within the Council Chamber | Q |
All was silent as the grave | Z |
Whilst the tempest of their sorrow | Z |
Shook the bosoms of the brave | Z |
Well indeed might they be shaken | M |
With the weight of such a blow | Z |
He was gone their prince their idol | B |
Whom they loved and worshipped so | Z |
Like a knell of death and judgment | V |
Rung from heaven by angel hand | V |
Fell the words of desolation | M |
On the elders of the land | V |
Hoary heads were bowed and trembling | F |
Withered hands were clasped and wrung | W2 |
God had left the old and feeble | B |
He had ta'en away the young | W2 |
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X | R |
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Then the Provost he uprose | R |
And his lip was ashen white | V |
But a flush was on his brow | X2 |
And his eye was full of light | V |
'Thou hast spoken Randolph Murray | V |
Like a soldier stout and true | W |
Thou hast done a deed of daring | F |
Had been perilled but by few | W |
For thou hast not shamed to face us | R |
Nor to speak thy ghastly tale | Y2 |
Standing thou a knight and captain | M |
Here alive within thy mail | Y2 |
Now as my God shall judge me | V |
I hold it braver done | M |
Than hadst thou tarried in thy place | R |
And died above my son | M |
Thou needst not tell it he is dead | V |
God help us all this day | V |
But speak how fought the citizens | R |
Within the furious fray | V |
For by the might of Mary | V |
'T were something still to tell | Z2 |
That no Scottish foot went backward | V |
When the Royal Lion fell ' | - |
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XI | V |
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'No one failed him He is keeping | F |
Royal state and semblance still | A3 |
Knight and noble lie around him | K2 |
Cold on Flodden's fatal hill | A3 |
Of the brave and gallant hearted | V |
Whom ye sent with prayers away | V |
Not a single man departed | V |
From his monarch yesterday | V |
Had you seen them O my masters | R |
When the night began to fall | B2 |
And the English spearmen gathered | V |
Round a grim and ghastly wall | B2 |
As the wolves in winter circle | B |
Round the leaguer on the heath | B3 |
So the greedy foe glared upward | V |
Panting still for blood and death | C3 |
But a rampart rose before them | V2 |
Which the boldest dared not scale | Y2 |
Every stone a Scottish body | V |
Every step a corpse in mail | Y2 |
And behind it lay our monarch | D3 |
Clenching still his shivered sword | V |
By his side Montrose and Athole | Y2 |
At his feet a southern lord | V |
All so thick they lay together | Q |
When the stars lit up the sky | Z |
That I knew not who were stricken | M |
Or who yet remained to die | Z |
Few there were when Surrey halted | V |
And his wearied host withdrew | W |
None but dying men around me | V |
When the English trumpet blew | W |
Then I stooped and took the banner | Q |
As ye see it from his breast | V |
And I closed our hero's eyelids | R |
And I left him to his rest | V |
In the mountains growled the thunder | Q |
As I leaped the woeful wall | Y2 |
And the heavy clouds were settling | F |
Over Flodden like a pall ' | - |
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XI | V |
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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