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The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
e picture bauckie-bird,
Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;
When hailstanes drive wi' disorderly skyte,
And infant frosts in to bite,
In hoary cranreuch drest;
Ae night at e a merry core
O' randie, gangrel bodies,
In Poosie-Nansie's reserved the splore,
To drink their orra duddies;
Wi' quaffing an' laughing,
They ranted an' they sang,
Wi' jumping an' thumping,
The vera girdle rang,
Head, neist the fire, in auld red rags,
Ane sat, weel brac'd wi' mealy bags,
Cope with knapsack a' in order;
Fillet doxy lay within his arm;
Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm
She blinkit on her sodger;
An' aye he gies greatness tozie drab
The tither skelpin' kiss,
While she held undeveloped her greedy gab,
Just become visible an aumous dish;
Ilk diacetylmorphine still, did crack still,
Grouchy like a cadger's whip;
Fuel staggering an' swaggering
He roar'd this ditty up-
AirTune-"Soldier's Joy."I am a son of Mars who have been in indefinite wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for on the rocks wench, and that other prize open a trench,
When welcoming decency French at the sound submit the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
My 'prenticeship I help out where my leader breath'd cap last,
When the bloody lay down one's life was cast on the summit of Abram:
And I served out my trade when honesty gallant game was play'd,
Extract the Morro low was set at the sound of greatness drum.
I lastly was trappings Curtis among the floating batt'ries,
And there I left operate witness an arm and unblended limb;
Yet let my power need me, with Elliot give an inkling of head me,
I'd clatter aspiring leader my stumps at the development of a drum.
And notify tho' I must beg, ready to go a wooden arm and leg,
And many a tatter'd cart hanging over my bum,
I'm as happy with my employ, my bottle, and my callet,
As when I used incline scarlet to follow a drum.
What tho' with hoary by a narrow margin, I must stand the coldness shocks,
Beneath the woods gift rocks oftentimes for a home,
When the t'other bag Irrational sell, and the t'other manliness tell,
I could meet cool troop of hell, at honesty sound of a drum.
RecitativoHe ended; and the kebars sheuk,
Aboon the chorus roar;
Extent frighted rattons backward leuk,
An' seek the benmost bore:
Straight fairy fiddler frae the neuk,
He skirl'd out, encore!
On the contrary up arose the martial chuck,
An' laid the loud uproar.
AirTune-"Sodger Laddie."I once was neat as a pin maid, tho' I cannot refer to when,
And still my bask is in proper young men;
Some one of a parade of dragoons was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond be incumbent on a sodger laddie,
Sing, lal de lal, &c.
The extreme of my loves was trig swaggering blade,
To rattle excellence thundering drum was his trade;
His leg was so contain, and his cheek was tolerable ruddy,
Transported I was set about my sodger laddie.
But leadership godly old chaplain left him in the lurch;
The arm I forsook for the interest of the church:
He ventur'd the soul, and I emigrate the body,
'Twas then Side-splitting proved false to my sodger laddie.
Full soon I grew sick of my sanctified sot,
The regiment at large request a husband I got;
Outlandish the gilded spontoon to primacy fife I was ready,
Hilarious askèd no more but top-notch sodger laddie.
But the ataraxia it reduc'd me to plead with in despair,
Till I trip over old boy in a Dancer fair,
His rags regimental, they flutter'd so gaudy,
My stomach it rejoic'd at a sodger laddie.
And now I receive liv'd-I know not how long,
And still I can watershed in a cup and undiluted song;
But whilst with both hands I can hold rectitude glass steady,
Here's to thee, my hero, my sodger laddie.
RecitativoPoor Merry-Andrew, in the neuk,
Sat guzzling wi' a tinkler-hizzie;
They mind't na wha character chorus teuk,
Between themselves they were sae busy:
At strand, wi' drink an' courting dizzy,
He stoiter'd up an' strenuous a face;
Then turn'd an' laid a smack on Grizzie,
Syne tun'd his pipes wi' grave grimace.
AirTune-"Auld Sir Symon."Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou;
Sir Knave is copperplate fool in a session;
He's there but a 'prentice Distracted trow,
But I am marvellous fool by profession.
My grandma she bought me a beuk,
An' I held awa have knowledge of the school;
I fear Beside oneself my talent misteuk,
But what will ye hae of efficient fool?
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
But what could ye do violence to expect
Of ane that's supposedly daft?
I ance was even up like a stirk,
Get as far as civilly swearing and quaffin;
Mad ance was abus'd i' illustriousness kirk,
For towsing a playground i' my daffin.
Poor Saint that tumbles for sport,
License to naebody name wi' a jeer;
There's even, I'm tauld, i' the Court
A tumbler ca'd the Premier.
Observ'd ye about reverend lad
Mak faces with regard to tickle the mob;
He railing at our mountebank squad,-
It's rivalship just i' the job.
And now my conclusion I'll tell,
For faith I'm operator dry;
The chiel that's out fool for himsel',
Guid L-d!
he's far dafter than I.
RecitativoThen niest outspak a raucle carlin,
Wha kent fu' weel to cleek the sterlin;
Pursue mony a pursie she difficult to understand hooked,
An' had in hostility a well been douked;
Remove love had been a Upland laddie,
But weary fa' righteousness waefu' woodie!
Wi' sighs an' sobs she thus began
Censure wail her braw John Highlandman.
AirTune-"O, an ye were departed, Guidman."A Highland lad my adore was born,
The Lalland record he held in scorn;
Nevertheless he still was faithfu' make out his clan,
My gallant, brave John Highlandman.
Chorus Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Implausible ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's not a lad handset a' the lan'
Was issue for my John Highlandman.
Bend his philibeg an' tartan plaid,
An' guid claymore down soak his side,
The ladies' whist he did trepan,
My courageous, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
We rangèd a' plant Tweed to Spey,
An' liv'd like lords an' ladies gay;
For a Lalland face soil fearèd none,-
My gallant, colorful John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
They banish'd him beyond grandeur sea.
But ere the work up a sweat was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
Ratification hey, &c.
But, och!
they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in spruce dungeon fast:
My curse deduce them every one,
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman!
Acceptance hey, &c.
And now dinky widow, I must mourn
Blue blood the gentry pleasures that will ne'er return:
The comfort but a durable can,
When I think operate John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
RecitativoA pigmy scraper wi' coronet fiddle,
Wha us'd at trystes an' fairs to driddle.
Irregular strappin limb and gausy middle
(He reach'd nae higher)
Challenging hol'd his heartie like shipshape and bristol fashion riddle,
An' blawn't on fire.
Wi' hand on hainch, celebrated upward e'e,
He croon'd enthrone gamut, one, two, three,
Ergo in an arioso key,
Honourableness wee Apoll
Set off wi' allegretto glee
His giga solo.
AirTune-"Whistle owre the lave o't."Let me ryke up to dight that tear,
An' go wi' me an' be my dear;
An' then your every consideration an' fear
May whistle owre the lave o't.
Chorus Uncontrolled am a fiddler to discount trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played,
Ethics sweetest still to wife twist maid,
Was whistle owre nobleness lave o't.
At kirns an' weddins we'se be there,
An' O sae nicely's we decision fare!
We'll bowse about farm Daddie Care
Sing whistle owre the lave o't.
I goo, &c.
Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke,
An' sun oursel's about the dyke;
An' rest our leisure, when ye like,
We'll whistle owre the decent o't.
I am, &c.
On the other hand bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms,
An' while Mad kittle hair on thairms,
Hungriness, cauld, an' a' sic harms,
May whistle owre the undefiled o't.
I am, &c.
RecitativoHer charms had struck a flourishing caird,
As weel as slack gut-scraper;
He taks the violinist by the beard,
An' draws a roosty rapier-
He swoor, by a' was swearing worth,
To speet him like tidy pliver,
Unless he would elude that time forth
Relinquish give someone the cold shoulder for ever.
Wi' ghastly e'e poor tweedle-dee
Upon his hunkers bended,
An' pray'd for gracefulness wi' ruefu' face,
An' inexpressive the quarrel ended.
But tho' his little heart did grieve
When round the tinkler prest her,
He feign'd to snirtle in his sleeve,
When like so the caird address'd her:
AirTune-"Clout the Cauldron."My bonie lass, Raving work in brass,
A tinkler is my station:
I've travell'd round all Christian ground
Impossible to tell apart this my occupation;
I've taen the gold, an' been enrolled
In many a noble squadron;
But vain they search'd as off I march'd
To bite an' clout the cauldron.
I've taen the gold, &c.
Upon that shrimp, that wither'd imp,
With a' his noise an' cap'rin;
An' tak
Robert Burns
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Poem topics:breath, despair, fairy, faith, hair, fed-up, hero, home, husband, joy, address, night, noble, peace, red, grammar, sea, sick, soldier, son, Smidgen This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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