The Eve Of Crecy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAA BBBA AAAA CCCA DDDA AAAA EEEA FFFA GGGA HHHA ABBA AAAA| Gold on her head and gold on her feet | A |
| And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet | A |
| And a golden girdle round my sweet | A |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| Margaret's maids are fair to see | B |
| Freshly dress'd and pleasantly | B |
| Margaret's hair falls down to her knee | B |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| If I were rich I would kiss her feet | A |
| I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet | A |
| And the golden kirtle round my sweet | A |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| Ah me I have never touch'd her hand | C |
| When the arri re ban goes through the land | C |
| Six basnets under my pennon stand | C |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| And many an one grins under his hood | D |
| Sir Lambert du Bois with all his men good | D |
| Has neither food nor firewood | D |
| Ah qu'elle est belle la Marguerite | A |
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| If I were rich I would kiss her feet | A |
| And the golden girdle of my sweet | A |
| And thereabouts where the gold hems meet | A |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| Yet even now it is good to think | E |
| While my few poor varlets grumble and drink | E |
| In my desolate hall where the fires sink | E |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| Of Margaret sitting glorious there | F |
| In glory of gold and glory of hair | F |
| And glory of glorious face most fair | F |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| Likewise to night I make good cheer | G |
| Because this battle draweth near | G |
| For what have I to lose or fear | G |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| For look you my horse is good to prance | H |
| A right fair measure in this war dance | H |
| Before the eyes of Philip of France | H |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| And sometime it may hap perdie | A |
| While my new towers stand up three and three | B |
| And my hall gets painted fair to see | B |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
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| That folks may say Times change by the rood | A |
| For Lambert banneret of the wood | A |
| Has heaps of food and firewood | A |
| Ah qu'elle est belle La Marguerite | A |
William Morris
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