The Execution Of James Graham, Marquis Of Montrose Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDE FFGG HIJJ GGKK LLMM NNLL OPQQ RRST UUGG VVDE WXOO YYZZ A2A2LL B2C2AA BBLL| 'Twas in the year of and on the twenty first of May | A |
| The city of Edinburgh was put into a state of dismay | A |
| By the noise of drums and trumpets which on the air arose | B |
| That the great sound attracted the notice of Montrose | B |
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| Who enquired at the Captain of the guard the cause of it | C |
| Then the officer told him as he thought most fit | C |
| That the Parliament dreading an attempt might be made to rescue him | D |
| The soldiers were called out to arms and that had made the din | E |
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| Do I said Montrose continue such a terror still | F |
| Now when these good men are about my blood to spill | F |
| But let them look to themselves for after I am dead | G |
| Their wicked consciences will be in continual dread | G |
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| After partaking of a hearty breakfast he commenced his toilet | H |
| Which in his greatest trouble he seldom did forget | I |
| And while in the act of combing his hair | J |
| He was visited by the Clerk Register who made him stare | J |
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| When he told him he shouldn't be so particular with his head | G |
| For in a few hours he would be dead | G |
| But Montrose replied While my head is my own I'll dress it at my ease | K |
| And to morrow when it becomes yours treat it as you please | K |
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| He was waited upon by the Magistrates of the city | L |
| But alas for him they had no pity | L |
| He was habited in a superb cloak ornamented with gold and silver lace | M |
| And before the hour of execution an immense assemblage of people were round the place | M |
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| From the prison bareheaded in a cart they conveyed him along the Watergate | N |
| To the place of execution on the High Street where about thirty thousand people did wait | N |
| Some crying and sighing a most pitiful sight to see | L |
| All waiting patiently to see the executioner hang Montrose a man of high degree | L |
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| Around the place of execution all of them were deeply affected | O |
| But Montrose the noble hero seemed not the least dejected | P |
| And when on the scaffold he had says his biographer Wishart | Q |
| Such a grand air and majesty which made the people start | Q |
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| As the fatal hour was approaching when he had to bid the world adieu | R |
| He told the executioner to make haste and get quickly through | R |
| But the executioner smiled grimly but spoke not a word | S |
| Then he tied the Book of Montrose's Wars round his neck with a cord | T |
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| Then he told the executioner his foes would remember him hereafter | U |
| And he was as well pleased as if his Majesty had made him Knight of the Garter | U |
| Then he asked to be allowed to cover his head | G |
| But he was denied permission yet he felt no dread | G |
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| He then asked leave to keep on his cloak | V |
| But was also denied which was a most grievous stroke | V |
| Then he told the Magistrates if they could invent any more tortures for him | D |
| He would endure them all for the cause he suffered and think it no sin | E |
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| On arriving at the top of the ladder with great firmness | W |
| His heroic appearance greatly did the bystanders impress | X |
| Then Montrose asked the executioner how long his body would be suspended | O |
| Three hours was the answer but Montrose was not the least offended | O |
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| Then he presented the executioner with three or four pieces of gold | Y |
| Whom he freely forgave to his honour be it told | Y |
| And told him to throw him off as soon as he uplifted his hands | Z |
| While the executioner watched the fatal signal and in amazement stands | Z |
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| And on the noble patriot raising his hands the executioner began to cry | A2 |
| Then quickly he pulled the rope down from the gibbet on high | A2 |
| And around Montrose's neck he fixed the rope very gently | L |
| And in an instant the great Montrose was launched into eternity | L |
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| Then the spectators expressed their disapprobation by general groan | B2 |
| And they all dispersed quietly and wended their way home | C2 |
| And his bitterest enemies that saw his death that day | A |
| Their hearts were filled with sorrow and dismay | A |
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| Thus died at the age of thirty eight James Graham Marquis of Montrose | B |
| Who was brought to a premature grave by his bitter foes | B |
| A commander who had acquired great military glory | L |
| In a short space of time which cannot be equalled in story | L |
William Topaz Mcgonagall
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