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(Poem #656) Edward, Edward 'Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
Edward, Edward?
Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
And why sae sad gang ye, O?'
'O I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude,
Mither, mither;
O I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude,
And I had nae mair but he, O.'
'Your hawk's blude was never sae red,
Edward, Edward;
Your hawk's blude was never sae red,
My dear son, I tell thee, O.'
'O I hae kill'd my red-roan steed,
Mither, mither;
O I hae kill'd my red-roan steed,
That erst was sae fair and free, O.'
'Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair,
Edward, Edward;
Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair;
Some other dule ye dree, O.'
'O I hae kill'd my father dear,
Mither, mither;
O I hae kill'd my father dear,
Alas, and wae is me, O!'
'And whatten penance will ye dree for that,
Edward, Edward?
Whatten penance will ye dree for that?
My dear son, now tell me, O.'
'I'll set my feet in yonder boat,
Mither, mither;
I'll set my feet in yonder boat,
And I'll fare over the sea, O.'
'And what will ye do wi' your tow'rs and your ha',
Edward, Edward?
And what will ye do wi' your tow'rs and your ha',
That were sae fair to see, O?'
'I'll let them stand till they doun fa',
Mither, mither;
I'll let them stand till they doun fa',
For here never mair maun I be, O.'
'And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife,
Edward, Edward?
And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife,
When ye gang owre the sea, O?'
'The warld's room: let them beg through life,
Mither, mither;
The warld's room: let them beg through life;
For them never mair will I see, O.'
'And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear,
Edward, Edward?
And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear,
My dear son, now tell me, O?'
'The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear,
Mither, mither;
The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear:
Sic counsels ye gave to me, O!'
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Glossary: brand: blade [of a sword] erst: before, at first [cf erstwhile] gang: go dree: do, perform, suffer [penance etc.] dule ye dree: grief you suffer. bairns: children In keeping with a misogynist theme, the above has always been a favorite of mine. It apparently is considered anonymous, from the seventeenth century. I seem to remember reading a commentary that this ballad was based on an actual historical incident. I cannot remember what. Anyway, this ballad is frequently listed in anthologies of British literature as a prime example of its type. Supposedly they were very popular amongst the good people of the time. These days, we have video games and movies for our blood and gore! -Ira Links: Brahms' 'Edward Ballade' is a musical interpretation of the ballad http://www.qedinteractive.com.au/html/jbc/brahint.htm Andrew Lang's Collection of Ballads is online at [broken link] http://www.ulib.org/webRoot/Books/CMU_Classics/Browse_By_Title/C/A_Collection_of_Ballads/index.html Some other old, traditional ballads we've run: poem #303 poem #437 poem #548 The 'misogynist theme' was with reference to yesterday's poem: poem #655
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what is the meaning of the poem
the meaning of the poem pretty much is just edward confessing that he has murdered his father to his mother at the end he blames it on his mother.
he says that his mother told him to kill his father
It's an important poem, very expressive! I think we can't avoid this art and I will show you my new creation called "the poem blowjob" I hope you like it:
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year. 23jj
thats good:)
I like it.
i like it
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