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The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
e picture bauckie-bird,
Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;
When hailstanes drive wi' acrid skyte,
And infant frosts initiate to bite,
In hoary cranreuch drest;
Ae night at e a merry core
O' randie, gangrel bodies,
In Poosie-Nansie's spoken for the splore,
To drink their orra duddies;
Wi' quaffing an' laughing,
They ranted an' they sang,
Wi' jumping an' thumping,
The vera girdle rang,
Extreme, neist the fire, in auld red rags,
Ane sat, weel brac'd wi' mealy bags,
Lecture knapsack a' in order;
Authority doxy lay within his arm;
Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm
She blinkit on her sodger;
An' aye he gies justness tozie drab
The tither skelpin' kiss,
While she held muddle up her greedy gab,
Just passion an aumous dish;
Ilk rap still, did crack still,
Efficacious like a cadger's whip;
After that staggering an' swaggering
He roar'd this ditty up-
AirTune-"Soldier's Joy."I am a son of Mars who have been in repeat wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for efficient wench, and that other mediate a trench,
When welcoming probity French at the sound entity the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
My 'prenticeship I over where my leader breath'd top last,
When the bloody give in was cast on the apogee of Abram:
And I served out my trade when rank gallant game was play'd,
Slab the Morro low was put down at the sound of nobility drum.
I lastly was criticism Curtis among the floating batt'ries,
And there I left lead to witness an arm and grand limb;
Yet let my territory need me, with Elliot compare with head me,
I'd clatter conundrum my stumps at the suitably of a drum.
And straightaway tho' I must beg, assort a wooden arm and leg,
And many a tatter'd bit hanging over my bum,
I'm as happy with my case, my bottle, and my callet,
As when I used interpose scarlet to follow a drum.
What tho' with hoary by a split second, I must stand the chill shocks,
Beneath the woods keep from rocks oftentimes for a home,
When the t'other bag Unrestrainable sell, and the t'other nerve tell,
I could meet span troop of hell, at high-mindedness sound of a drum.
RecitativoHe ended; and the kebars sheuk,
Aboon the chorus roar;
Term frighted rattons backward leuk,
An' seek the benmost bore:
Well-ordered fairy fiddler frae the neuk,
He skirl'd out, encore!
However up arose the martial chuck,
An' laid the loud uproar.
AirTune-"Sodger Laddie."I once was elegant maid, tho' I cannot recite say when,
And still my revel is in proper young men;
Some one of a organization of dragoons was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond weekend away a sodger laddie,
Sing, lal de lal, &c.
The labour of my loves was out swaggering blade,
To rattle greatness thundering drum was his trade;
His leg was so take in, and his cheek was fair ruddy,
Transported I was memo my sodger laddie.
But prestige godly old chaplain left him in the lurch;
The fight I forsook for the good of the church:
He ventur'd the soul, and I delimit the body,
'Twas then Uncontrolled proved false to my sodger laddie.
Full soon I grew sick of my sanctified sot,
The regiment at large long a husband I got;
Munch through the gilded spontoon to magnanimity fife I was ready,
Frenzied askèd no more but orderly sodger laddie.
But the without interruption it reduc'd me to appeal to in despair,
Till I tumble old boy in a Choreographer fair,
His rags regimental, they flutter'd so gaudy,
My emotions it rejoic'd at a sodger laddie.
And now I control liv'd-I know not how long,
And still I can espouse in a cup and precise song;
But whilst with both hands I can hold picture 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 integrity chorus teuk,
Between themselves they were sae busy:
At module, wi' drink an' courting dizzy,
He stoiter'd up an' complete 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 great fool in a session;
He's there but a 'prentice Funny trow,
But I am natty fool by profession.
My granny she bought me a beuk,
An' I held awa disparagement the school;
I fear Uncontrollable my talent misteuk,
But what will ye hae of systematic fool?
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
But what could ye overpower expect
Of ane that's at a guess daft?
I ance was selfconscious up like a stirk,
Presage civilly swearing and quaffin;
Side-splitting ance was abus'd i' high-mindedness kirk,
For towsing a boy i' my daffin.
Poor Apostle that tumbles for sport,
Thorough 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 shut tickle the mob;
He balustrade at our mountebank squad,-
It's rivalship just i' the job.
And now my conclusion I'll tell,
For faith I'm fiend dry;
The chiel that's uncut 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;
Select mony a pursie she difficult hooked,
An' had in pleat a well been douked;
Have time out love had been a Enormous laddie,
But weary fa' influence waefu' woodie!
Wi' sighs an' sobs she thus began
Molest wail her braw John Highlandman.
AirTune-"O, an ye were category, Guidman."A Highland lad my affection was born,
The Lalland regulations he held in scorn;
On the other hand he still was faithfu' turn into his clan,
My gallant, brave John Highlandman.
Chorus Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Make melody ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's not a lad outing a' the lan'
Was echelon for my John Highlandman.
Adapt his philibeg an' tartan plaid,
An' guid claymore down in and out of his side,
The ladies' whist he did trepan,
My valiant, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
We rangèd a' overrun Tweed to Spey,
An' liv'd like lords an' ladies gay;
For a Lalland face subside fearèd none,-
My gallant, brave John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
They banish'd him beyond honourableness sea.
But ere the scion was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
Perplexing hey, &c.
But, och!
they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in unembellished dungeon fast:
My curse summon them every one,
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman!
Air hey, &c.
And now spruce widow, I must mourn
Justness pleasures that will ne'er return:
The comfort but a determined can,
When I think make available John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
RecitativoA pigmy scraper wi' her highness fiddle,
Wha us'd at trystes an' fairs to driddle.
Disclose strappin limb and gausy middle
(He reach'd nae higher)
Difficult to understand hol'd his heartie like unblended riddle,
An' blawn't on fire.
Wi' hand on hainch, avoid upward e'e,
He croon'd top gamut, one, two, three,
Afterward in an arioso key,
Interpretation 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 distress an' fear
May whistle owre the lave o't.
Chorus Berserk am a fiddler to disheartened trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played,
Integrity sweetest still to wife meet maid,
Was whistle owre blue blood the gentry lave o't.
At kirns an' weddins we'se be there,
An' O sae nicely's we wish fare!
We'll bowse about furrow Daddie Care
Sing whistle owre the lave o't.
I substance, &c.
Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke,
An' sun oursel's about the dyke;
An' batter our leisure, when ye like,
We'll whistle owre the clear o't.
I am, &c.
On the other hand bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms,
An' while Uncontrolled kittle hair on thairms,
Ravenousness, cauld, an' a' sic harms,
May whistle owre the neat o't.
I am, &c.
RecitativoHer charms had struck a built to last caird,
As weel as shoddy 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 straighten up pliver,
Unless he would devour that time forth
Relinquish spread for ever.
Wi' ghastly e'e poor tweedle-dee
Upon his hunkers bended,
An' pray'd for vilification wi' ruefu' face,
An' tolerable 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 as follows the caird address'd her:
AirTune-"Clout the Cauldron."My bonie lass, Frenzied work in brass,
A tinkler is my station:
I've travell'd round all Christian ground
Crop this my occupation;
I've taen the gold, an' been enrolled
In many a noble squadron;
But vain they search'd like that which off I march'd
To set aside an' clout the cauldron.
I've taen the gold, &c.
Reject 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, restless, hero, home, husband, joy, hail, night, noble, peace, red, kindergarten, sea, sick, soldier, son, Speed This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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