The Old Scotish Cavalier Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BACADAEAFD A GHIHJHKHLD A MNONPNQQFD A RSTSUSVSFD A SWSWSWQWQD A ASASSSPSFD A WVHVSVXSFD

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Come listen to another songB
Should make your heart beat highA
Bring crimson to your foreheadC
And the lustre to your eyeA
It is a song of olden timeD
Of days long since gone byA
And of a Baron stout and boldE
As e'er wore sword on thighA
Like a brave old Scottish cavalierF
All of the olden timeD
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IIA
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He kept his castle in the northG
Hard by the thundering SpeyH
And a thousand vassals dwelt aroundI
All of his kindred theyH
And not a man of all that clanJ
Had ever ceased to prayH
For the Royal race they loved so wellK
Though exiled far awayH
From the steadfast Scottish cavaliersL
All of the olden timeD
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IIIA
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His father drew the righteous swordM
For Scotland and her claimsN
Among the loyal gentlemenO
And chiefs of ancient namesN
Who swore to fight or fall beneathP
The standard of King JamesN
And died at Killiecrankie passQ
With the glory of the GraemesQ
Like a true old Scottish cavalierF
All of the olden timeD
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IVA
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He never owned the foreign ruleR
No master he obeyedS
But kept his clan in peace at homeT
From foray and from raidS
And when they asked him for his oathU
He touched his glittering bladeS
And pointed to his bonnet blueV
That bore the white cockadeS
Like a leal old Scottish cavalierF
All of the olden timeD
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VA
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At length the news ran through the landS
THE PRINCE had come againW
That night the fiery cross was spedS
O'er mountain and through glenW
And our old Baron rose in mightS
Like a lion from his denW
And rode away across the hillsQ
To Charlie and his menW
With the valiant Scottish cavaliersQ
All of the olden timeD
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VIA
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He was the first that bent the kneeA
When the STANDARD waved abroadS
He was the first that charged the foeA
On Preston's bloody sodS
And ever in the van of fightS
The foremost still he trodS
Until on bleak Culloden's heathP
He gave his soul to GodS
Like a good old Scottish cavalierF
All of the olden timeD
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VIIA
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Oh never shall we know againW
A heart so stout and trueV
The olden times have passed awayH
And weary are the newV
The fair White Rose has fadedS
From the garden where it grewV
And no fond tears save those of heavenX
The glorious bed bedewS
Of the last old Scottish cavalierF
All of the olden timeD

William Edmondstoune Aytoun



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