The Summary History Of Sir William Wallace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBBDDEE AAFFEEBBE AAEEGG EEHHHHEE EEEEEE AIIJJEEKK EEDDB DDDAA

Sir William Wallace of EllerslieA
I'm told he went to the High School in DundeeB
For to learn to read and writeC
And after that he learned to fightC
While at the High School in DundeeB
The Provost's son with him disagreeB
Because Wallace did wear a dirkD
He despised him like an ignorant stirkD
Which with indignation he keenly feltE
And told him it would become him better in his beltE
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Then Wallace's blood began to boilA
Just like the serpent in its coilA
Before it leaps upon its preyF
And unto him he thus did sayF
'Proud saucy cur come cease your prateE
for no longer shall i waitE
For to hear you insult meB
At the High School in DundeeB
For such insolence makes my heart to smartE
And I'll plunge my dagger in you heart '-
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Then his heart's blood did quickly flowA
And poor Wallace did not know where to goA
And he stood by him until deadE
Then far from him he quickly fledE
Lamenting greatly the deed he had doneG
the murdering of the Provost's sonG
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The scene shifts to where he was fishing on dayE
Where three English soldiers met him by the wayE
And they asked him fo give them some fishH
And from them they would make a delicious dishH
then Wallace gave them share of his fishH
For to satisfy their wishH
But they seemed dissatisfied with the share they gotE
So they were resolved to have all the lotE
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Then Wallace he thought it was time to look outE
When they were resolved to have all his troutE
So he swung his fishing rod with great force round his headE
And struck on of them a blow that killed him deadE
So he instantly seized the fallen man's swordE
And the other two fled without uttering a wordE
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Sir William Wallace of EllerslieA
You were a warrior of great renownI
And might have worn Scotland's crownI
Had it not been for Monteith the base traitor knaveJ
That brought you to a premature graveJ
Yes you were sold for English goldE
And brought like a sheep from the foldE
To die upon a shameful scaffold highK
Amidst the derisive shouts of your enemies standing byK
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But you met your doom like a warrior boldE
Bidding defiance to them that had you soldE
And bared your neck for the headsman's strokeD
And cried 'Marion dear my heart is brokeD
My lovely dear I come to theeB
Oh I am longing thee to see '-
But the headsman was as stolid as the rockD
And the axe fell heavily on the blockD
And the scaffold did shake with the terrible shockD
As the body of noble Wallace fellA
Who had fought for Scotland so wellA

William Topaz Mcgonagall



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