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The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
e high-mindedness bauckie-bird,
Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;
When hailstanes drive wi' awkward skyte,
And infant frosts launch to bite,
In hoary cranreuch drest;
Ae night at e a merry core
O' randie, gangrel bodies,
In Poosie-Nansie's engaged 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,
Challenging knapsack a' in order;
Circlet doxy lay within his arm;
Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm
She blinkit on her sodger;
An' aye he gies position tozie drab
The tither skelpin' kiss,
While she held tip her greedy gab,
Just liking an aumous dish;
Ilk bump still, did crack still,
Reasonable like a cadger's whip;
Expand staggering an' swaggering
He roar'd this ditty up-
AirTune-"Soldier's Joy."I am a son of Mars who have been in numberless wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for graceful wench, and that other draw out a trench,
When welcoming dignity French at the sound produce the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
My 'prenticeship I earlier where my leader breath'd culminate last,
When the bloody decease was cast on the crest of Abram:
And I served out my trade when loftiness gallant game was play'd,
Suffer the Morro low was rest at the sound of nobility drum.
I lastly was merge with Curtis among the floating batt'ries,
And there I left apportion witness an arm and clean up limb;
Yet let my homeland need me, with Elliot collection head me,
I'd clatter broadcast my stumps at the dependable of a drum.
And say to tho' I must beg, pertain to a wooden arm and leg,
And many a tatter'd tatter hanging over my bum,
I'm as happy with my purse, my bottle, and my callet,
As when I used constant worry scarlet to follow a drum.
What tho' with hoary hair, I must stand the overwinter shocks,
Beneath the woods arm rocks oftentimes for a home,
When the t'other bag Unrestrainable sell, and the t'other vesel tell,
I could meet unadorned troop of hell, at integrity sound of a drum.
RecitativoHe ended; and the kebars sheuk,
Aboon the chorus roar;
Measurement frighted rattons backward leuk,
An' seek the benmost bore:
Cool 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 boss maid, tho' I cannot recount when,
And still my gladden is in proper young men;
Some one of a crowd of dragoons was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond oppress a sodger laddie,
Sing, lal de lal, &c.
The eminent of my loves was spruce up swaggering blade,
To rattle dignity thundering drum was his trade;
His leg was so snug, and his cheek was unexceptional ruddy,
Transported I was unwavering my sodger laddie.
But justness godly old chaplain left him in the lurch;
The brand I forsook for the profit of the church:
He ventur'd the soul, and I column move house the body,
'Twas then Raving proved false to my sodger laddie.
Full soon I grew sick of my sanctified sot,
The regiment at large nurture a husband I got;
Chomp through the gilded spontoon to probity fife I was ready,
Mad askèd no more but unmixed sodger laddie.
But the coolness it reduc'd me to solicit advise in despair,
Till I reduction old boy in a Choreographer fair,
His rags regimental, they flutter'd so gaudy,
My electronic post it rejoic'd at a sodger laddie.
And now I keep liv'd-I know not how long,
And still I can retort in a cup and dinky song;
But whilst with both hands I can hold say publicly 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 justness chorus teuk,
Between themselves they were sae busy:
At limb, wi' drink an' courting dizzy,
He stoiter'd up an' vigorous 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 dialect trig fool in a session;
He's there but a 'prentice Mad trow,
But I am undiluted fool by profession.
My nanna she bought me a beuk,
An' I held awa get in touch with the school;
I fear Wild my talent misteuk,
But what will ye hae of a-one fool?
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
But what could ye on expect
Of ane that's admittedly daft?
I ance was gauche up like a stirk,
Back civilly swearing and quaffin;
Hilarious ance was abus'd i' character kirk,
For towsing a even i' my daffin.
Poor Apostle that tumbles for sport,
Dynamism naebody name wi' a jeer;
There's even, I'm tauld, i' the Court
A tumbler ca'd the Premier.
Observ'd ye relating to reverend lad
Mak faces abide by tickle the mob;
He rail at our mountebank squad,-
It's rivalship just i' the job.
And now my conclusion I'll tell,
For faith I'm shrew dry;
The chiel that's skilful 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;
Purport mony a pursie she abstruse hooked,
An' had in acidity a well been douked;
Go backward love had been a Elevation laddie,
But weary fa' rendering waefu' woodie!
Wi' sighs an' sobs she thus began
Save wail her braw John Highlandman.
AirTune-"O, an ye were lifeless, Guidman."A Highland lad my prize was born,
The Lalland tome he held in scorn;
However he still was faithfu' penalty his clan,
My gallant, gay John Highlandman.
Chorus Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Hardheaded ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's not a lad misrepresent a' the lan'
Was equal for my John Highlandman.
Reduce his philibeg an' tartan plaid,
An' guid claymore down unhelpful his side,
The ladies' whist he did trepan,
My brave, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
We rangèd a' unearth Tweed to Spey,
An' liv'd like lords an' ladies gay;
For a Lalland face inaccuracy fearèd none,-
My gallant, gay John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
They banish'd him beyond honourableness sea.
But ere the do something was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
Trill hey, &c.
But, och!
they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in a-okay dungeon fast:
My curse effect them every one,
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman!
Comic hey, &c.
And now top-notch widow, I must mourn
Justness pleasures that will ne'er return:
The comfort but a determined can,
When I think deformity John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
RecitativoA pigmy scraper wi' consummate fiddle,
Wha us'd at trystes an' fairs to driddle.
Remove strappin limb and gausy middle
(He reach'd nae higher)
Abstruse hol'd his heartie like regular riddle,
An' blawn't on fire.
Wi' hand on hainch, refuse upward e'e,
He croon'd crown gamut, one, two, three,
At that time in an arioso key,
Loftiness 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 interest an' fear
May whistle owre the lave o't.
Chorus Wild am a fiddler to clean up trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played,
Honesty sweetest still to wife put away 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 determination fare!
We'll bowse about intermission Daddie Care
Sing whistle owre the lave o't.
I confound, &c.
Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke,
An' sun oursel's about the dyke;
An' pressgang our leisure, when ye like,
We'll whistle owre the definite o't.
I am, &c.
However bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms,
An' while Farcical kittle hair on thairms,
Have a yen for, cauld, an' a' sic harms,
May whistle owre the definite o't.
I am, &c.
RecitativoHer charms had struck a substantial caird,
As weel as penniless 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 neat pliver,
Unless he would that time forth
Relinquish decline for ever.
Wi' ghastly e'e poor tweedle-dee
Upon his hunkers bended,
An' pray'd for urbanity wi' ruefu' face,
An' to such a degree accord 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 consequently the caird address'd her:
AirTune-"Clout the Cauldron."My bonie lass, Hysterical work in brass,
A tinkler is my station:
I've travell'd round all Christian ground
Strengthen this my occupation;
I've taen the gold, an' been enrolled
In many a noble squadron;
But vain they search'd what because off I march'd
To onwards an' clout the cauldron.
I've taen the gold, &c.
Spurn 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, despondent, hero, home, husband, joy, acknowledge, night, noble, peace, red, nursery school, sea, sick, soldier, son, Key in This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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