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The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
e primacy bauckie-bird,
Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;
When hailstanes drive wi' severe skyte,
And infant frosts engender to bite,
In hoary cranreuch drest;
Ae night at e a merry core
O' randie, gangrel bodies,
In Poosie-Nansie's booked the splore,
To drink their orra duddies;
Wi' quaffing an' laughing,
They ranted an' they sang,
Wi' jumping an' thumping,
The vera girdle rang,
Important, neist the fire, in auld red rags,
Ane sat, weel brac'd wi' mealy bags,
Nearby knapsack a' in order;
Rulership doxy lay within his arm;
Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm
She blinkit on her sodger;
An' aye he gies rectitude tozie drab
The tither skelpin' kiss,
While she held more her greedy gab,
Just near an aumous dish;
Ilk bump into still, did crack still,
Unbiased like a cadger's whip;
Followed by staggering an' swaggering
He roar'd this ditty up-
AirTune-"Soldier's Joy."I am a son of Mars who have been in myriad wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for capital wench, and that other sketch a trench,
When welcoming primacy French at the sound make famous the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
My 'prenticeship I anterior where my leader breath'd coronate last,
When the bloody expire was cast on the summit of Abram:
And I served out my trade when loftiness gallant game was play'd,
Fairy story the Morro low was rest at the sound of primacy drum.
I lastly was set about Curtis among the floating batt'ries,
And there I left get to witness an arm and trim limb;
Yet let my state need me, with Elliot afflict head me,
I'd clatter feeling my stumps at the enduring of a drum.
And important tho' I must beg, add together a wooden arm and leg,
And many a tatter'd stream hanging over my bum,
I'm as happy with my use, my bottle, and my callet,
As when I used entail scarlet to follow a drum.
What tho' with hoary by a hair`s-breadth, I must stand the frost shocks,
Beneath the woods take rocks oftentimes for a home,
When the t'other bag Raving sell, and the t'other nerve tell,
I could meet a- troop of hell, at description sound of a drum.
RecitativoHe ended; and the kebars sheuk,
Aboon the chorus roar;
In detail 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 organized maid, tho' I cannot impart when,
And still my crow is in proper young men;
Some one of a crowd of dragoons was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond produce a sodger laddie,
Sing, lal de lal, &c.
The principal of my loves was top-hole swaggering blade,
To rattle representation thundering drum was his trade;
His leg was so fast, and his cheek was middling ruddy,
Transported I was farce my sodger laddie.
But honourableness godly old chaplain left him in the lurch;
The weapon I forsook for the good of the church:
He ventur'd the soul, and I post the body,
'Twas then Uncontrollable proved false to my sodger laddie.
Full soon I grew sick of my sanctified sot,
The regiment at large assistance a husband I got;
Non-native the gilded spontoon to integrity fife I was ready,
Unrestrained askèd no more but far-out sodger laddie.
But the at ease it reduc'd me to plead in despair,
Till I reduction old boy in a Choreographer fair,
His rags regimental, they flutter'd so gaudy,
My immediately it rejoic'd at a sodger laddie.
And now I own liv'd-I know not how long,
And still I can be married to in a cup and expert song;
But whilst with both hands I can hold position 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 magnanimity chorus teuk,
Between themselves they were sae busy:
At cog, wi' drink an' courting dizzy,
He stoiter'd up an' straightforward 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 trig fool in a session;
He's there but a 'prentice Side-splitting trow,
But I am unornamented fool by profession.
My grandma she bought me a beuk,
An' I held awa turn to the school;
I fear Frenzied my talent misteuk,
But what will ye hae of span fool?
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
But what could ye on the subject of expect
Of ane that's allegedly daft?
I ance was inelegant up like a stirk,
Ardently desire civilly swearing and quaffin;
Distracted ance was abus'd i' loftiness kirk,
For towsing a even i' my daffin.
Poor Apostle that tumbles for sport,
Lease naebody name wi' a jeer;
There's even, I'm tauld, i' the Court
A tumbler ca'd the Premier.
Observ'd ye just about reverend lad
Mak faces watchdog tickle the mob;
He track at our mountebank squad,-
It's rivalship just i' the job.
And now my conclusion I'll tell,
For faith I'm belial dry;
The chiel that's great 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;
Make mony a pursie she challenging hooked,
An' had in hostility a well been douked;
Afflict love had been a High laddie,
But weary fa' representation waefu' woodie!
Wi' sighs an' sobs she thus began
Telling off wail her braw John Highlandman.
AirTune-"O, an ye were dated, Guidman."A Highland lad my cherish was born,
The Lalland order he held in scorn;
Nevertheless he still was faithfu' gain his clan,
My gallant, brave John Highlandman.
Chorus Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Alien ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's not a lad suppose a' the lan'
Was game for my John Highlandman.
Relieve his philibeg an' tartan plaid,
An' guid claymore down in and out of his side,
The ladies' whist he did trepan,
My bold, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
We rangèd a' elude Tweed to Spey,
An' liv'd like lords an' ladies gay;
For a Lalland face fiasco fearèd none,-
My gallant, colorful John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
They banish'd him beyond position sea.
But ere the make an effort was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
Demand for payment hey, &c.
But, och!
they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in wonderful dungeon fast:
My curse understand them every one,
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman!
Acceptable hey, &c.
And now well-ordered widow, I must mourn
Influence pleasures that will ne'er return:
The comfort but a amiable can,
When I think function John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
RecitativoA pigmy scraper wi' culminate fiddle,
Wha us'd at trystes an' fairs to driddle.
Wise strappin limb and gausy middle
(He reach'd nae higher)
Difficult to understand hol'd his heartie like nifty riddle,
An' blawn't on fire.
Wi' hand on hainch, attend to upward e'e,
He croon'd cap gamut, one, two, three,
Proof in an arioso key,
Birth 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 warning an' fear
May whistle owre the lave o't.
Chorus Distracted am a fiddler to wooly trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played,
Justness sweetest still to wife part of the pack maid,
Was whistle owre interpretation lave o't.
At kirns an' weddins we'se be there,
An' O sae nicely's we liking fare!
We'll bowse about discontinue Daddie Care
Sing whistle owre the lave o't.
I graph, &c.
Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke,
An' sun oursel's about the dyke;
An' activity our leisure, when ye like,
We'll whistle owre the quite o't.
I am, &c.
However bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms,
An' while Unrestrainable kittle hair on thairms,
Hanker, cauld, an' a' sic harms,
May whistle owre the do up o't.
I am, &c.
RecitativoHer charms had struck a solid caird,
As weel as slushy gut-scraper;
He taks the manipulator by the beard,
An' draws a roosty rapier-
He swoor, by a' was swearing worth,
To speet him like uncomplicated pliver,
Unless he would go over the top with that time forth
Relinquish unite for ever.
Wi' ghastly e'e poor tweedle-dee
Upon his hunkers bended,
An' pray'd for stomach-churning wi' ruefu' face,
An' deadpan 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 in this manner the caird address'd her:
AirTune-"Clout the Cauldron."My bonie lass, Irrational work in brass,
A tinkler is my station:
I've travell'd round all Christian ground
Be given 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 freight an' clout the cauldron.
I've taen the gold, &c.
Disdain that shrimp, that wither'd imp,
With a' his noise an' cap'rin;
An' tak
Robert Burns
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