The Troubadour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF DGDG HIHI JKJK DLDL MNMN COC HPHP QHQH RCRC HSHS TTTQ UVUV WMXM YQYQ MZMZ A2LA2L CB2CB2 NC2NC2 MD2MD2| A troubadour he played | A |
| Without a castle wall | B |
| Within a hapless maid | A |
| Responded to his call | B |
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| Oh willow woe is me | C |
| Alack and well a day | D |
| If I were only free | C |
| I'd hide me far away | D |
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| Unknown her face and name | E |
| But this he knew right well | F |
| The maiden's wailing came | E |
| From out a dungeon cell | F |
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| A hapless woman lay | D |
| Within that dungeon grim | G |
| That fact I've heard him say | D |
| Was quite enough for him | G |
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| I will not sit or lie | H |
| Or eat or drink I vow | I |
| Till thou art free as I | H |
| Or I as pent as thou | I |
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| Her tears then ceased to flow | J |
| Her wails no longer rang | K |
| And tuneful in her woe | J |
| The prisoned maiden sang | K |
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| Oh stranger as you play | D |
| I recognize your touch | L |
| And all that I can say | D |
| Is thank you very much | L |
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| He seized his clarion straight | M |
| And blew thereat until | N |
| A warden oped the gate | M |
| Oh what might be your will | N |
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| I've come Sir Knave to see | C |
| The master of these halls | O |
| A maid unwillingly | C |
| Lies prisoned in their walls ' | - |
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| With barely stifled sigh | H |
| That porter drooped his head | P |
| With teardrops in his eye | H |
| A many sir he said | P |
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| He stayed to hear no more | Q |
| But pushed that porter by | H |
| And shortly stood before | Q |
| SIR HUGH DE PECKHAM RYE | H |
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| SIR HUGH he darkly frowned | R |
| What would you sir with me | C |
| The troubadour he downed | R |
| Upon his bended knee | C |
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| I've come DE PECKHAM RYE | H |
| To do a Christian task | S |
| You ask me what would I | H |
| It is not much I ask | S |
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| Release these maidens sir | T |
| Whom you dominion o'er | T |
| Particularly her | T |
| Upon the second floor | Q |
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| And if you don't my lord | U |
| He here stood bolt upright | V |
| And tapped a tailor's sword | U |
| Come out you cad and fight | V |
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| SIR HUGH he called and ran | W |
| The warden from the gate | M |
| Go show this gentleman | X |
| The maid in Forty eight | M |
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| By many a cell they past | Y |
| And stopped at length before | Q |
| A portal bolted fast | Y |
| The man unlocked the door | Q |
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| He called inside the gate | M |
| With coarse and brutal shout | Z |
| Come step it Forty eight | M |
| And Forty eight stepped out | Z |
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| They gets it pretty hot | A2 |
| The maidens what we cotch | L |
| Two years this lady's got | A2 |
| For collaring a wotch | L |
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| Oh ah indeed I see | C |
| The troubadour exclaimed | B2 |
| If I may make so free | C |
| How is this castle named | B2 |
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| The warden's eyelids fill | N |
| And sighing he replied | C2 |
| Of gloomy Pentonville | N |
| This is the female side | C2 |
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| The minstrel did not wait | M |
| The Warden stout to thank | D2 |
| But recollected straight | M |
| He'd business at the Bank | D2 |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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