A Three-Part Song

Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) · 1912

iambic pentameter · AABB · 16 lines · from Songs from Books

I'm just in love with all these three,The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countrie;Nor I don't know which I love the most,The Weald or the Marsh or the white chalk coast!

I've buried my heart in a ferny hill,Twix' a liddle low shaw an' a great high gill.Oh hop-bine yaller an' wood-smoke blue,I reckon you'll keep her middling true!

I've loosed my mind for to out and runOn a Marsh that was old when Kings begun.Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds,I reckon you know what my mind needs!

I've given my soul to the Southdown grass,And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.Oh Firle an' Ditchling an' sails at sea,I reckon you keep my soul for me!

Words in this poem

weald n.
A wood or forest; a wooded land or region; also, an open country; -- often used in place names. [AS. See Wold.]
ferny a.
Abounding in ferns.
shaw n.
A thicket; a small wood or grove. [Obs. or Prov.Eng. & Scot.] [OE. schawe, scha, thicket, grove, AS. scaga; akin to Dan. skov, Sw. skog, Icel. sk.]
middling a.
Of middle rank, state, size, or quality; about equally distant from the extremes; medium; moderate; mediocre; ordinary.
needs adv.
Of necessity; necessarily; indispensably; -- often with must, and equivalent to of need. [Orig. gen. of need, used as an adverb. Cf. - wards.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

A Three-Part Song is in the public domain. This text is taken from Songs from Books, Project Gutenberg ebook #15529; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Rudyard Kipling, A Three-Part Song, in Songs from Books (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #15529, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/kipling-songs-from-books/a-three-part-song.html, id L20279.

Form and metre

A Three-Part Song is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is AABB, complete in 3 of its 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 75%).

See other poems in iambic pentameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 --AA three · countrie · mostA · coastA
  2. 2 AABB hillA · gillA · blueB · trueB
  3. 3 AABB runA · begunA · reedsB · needsB
  4. 4 AABB grassA · passA · seaB · meB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I'm just in love with all these three,8········
The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countrie;10··········
Nor I don't know which I love the most,9·········
The Weald or the Marsh or the white chalk coast!10··········
I've buried my heart in a ferny hill,10·/˘····/˘·
Twix' a liddle low shaw an' a great high gill.11··/˘·······
Oh hop-bine yaller an' wood-smoke blue,9·········
I reckon you'll keep her middling true!10·/˘···/˘˘·
I've loosed my mind for to out and run10··˘·······
On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun.10········˘/
Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds,9·/˘/˘····
I reckon you know what my mind needs!9·/˘······
I've given my soul to the Southdown grass,10·/˘····/··
And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.9···/˘˘···
Oh Firle an' Ditchling an' sails at sea,10··········
I reckon you keep my soul for me!9·/˘······

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