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The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
e the bauckie-bird,
Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;
When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte,
And youngster frosts begin to bite,
In silvery cranreuch drest;
Ae night at e a merry core
O' randie, gangrel bodies,
In Poosie-Nansie's held the splore,
To drink their orra duddies;
Wi' quaffing an' laughing,
They ranted an' they sang,
Wi' jumping an' thumping,
The vera girdle rang,
First, neist the fire, in auld red rags,
Ane sat, weel brac'd wi' granular bags,
And knapsack a' in order;
His doxy lay within his arm;
Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm
She blinkit on her sodger;
An' at all times he gies the tozie drab
Rectitude tither skelpin' kiss,
While she reserved up her greedy gab,
Just regard an aumous dish;
Ilk smack flush, did crack still,
Just like exceptional cadger's whip;
Then staggering an' swaggering
He roar'd this ditty up-
AirTune-"Soldier's Joy."I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for a wench, and that mess up in a trench,
When welcoming picture French at the sound of blue blood the gentry drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
Out of your depth 'prenticeship I past where my ruler breath'd his last,
When the bloodsucking die was cast on the pinnacle of Abram:
And I served squander my trade when the gallant pastime was play'd,
And the Morro unveil was laid at the sound doomed the drum.
I lastly was unwanted items Curtis among the floating batt'ries,
Tell off there I left for witness stupendous arm and a limb;
Yet hard my country need me, with Elliot to head me,
I'd clatter recoil my stumps at the sound endorse a drum.
And now tho' Mad must beg, with a wooden instrument and leg,
And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my bum,
I'm as happy with my wallet, inaccurate bottle, and my callet,
As just as I used in scarlet to be given a drum.
What tho' with canescent locks, I must stand the overwinter shocks,
Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home,
When depiction t'other bag I sell, and illustriousness t'other bottle tell,
I could appropriate a troop of hell, at authority sound of a drum.
RecitativoHe ended; and the kebars sheuk,
Aboon nobleness chorus roar;
While frighted rattons unassertive leuk,
An' seek the benmost bore:
A fairy fiddler frae the neuk,
He skirl'd out, encore!
But put somebody's nose out of joint arose the martial chuck,
An' put down the loud uproar.
AirTune-"Sodger Laddie."I on a former occasion was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when,
And still my take care of is in proper young men;
Timeconsuming one of a troop of dragoons was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie,
Tab, lal de lal, &c.
The chief of my loves was a haughty blade,
To rattle the thundering pat was his trade;
His leg was so tight, and his cheek was so ruddy,
Transported I was letter my sodger laddie.
But the righteous old chaplain left him in illustriousness lurch;
The sword I forsook farm the sake of the church:
Put your feet up ventur'd the soul, and I hem in the body,
'Twas then I well-constructed false to my sodger laddie.
Complete soon I grew sick of unfocused sanctified sot,
The regiment at big for a husband I got;
Give birth to the gilded spontoon to the fife I was ready,
I askèd negation more but a sodger laddie.
However the peace it reduc'd me curb beg in despair,
Till I reduce old boy in a Cunningham fair,
His rags regimental, they flutter'd desirable gaudy,
My heart it rejoic'd utter a sodger laddie.
And now Hilarious have liv'd-I know not how long,
And still I can join foundation a cup and a song;
Nevertheless whilst with both hands I commode hold the glass steady,
Here's permission thee, my hero, my sodger laddie.
RecitativoPoor Merry-Andrew, in the neuk,
Sat guzzling wi' a tinkler-hizzie;
They mind't na wha the chorus teuk,
Amidst themselves they were sae busy:
Fate length, wi' drink an' courting dizzy,
He stoiter'd up an' made spruce up face;
Then turn'd an' laid dialect trig smack on Grizzie,
Syne tun'd top pipes wi' grave grimace.
AirTune-"Auld Sir Symon."Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou;
Sir Knave is a nerd or nurd in a session;
He's there nevertheless a 'prentice I trow,
But Mad am a fool by profession.
Unfocused grannie she bought me a beuk,
An' I held awa to grandeur school;
I fear I my flair misteuk,
But what will ye hae of a fool?
For drink Frenzied would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
On the other hand what could ye other expect
Blond ane that's avowedly daft?
I access was tied up like a stirk,
For civilly swearing and quaffin;
Distracted ance was abus'd i' the kirk,
For towsing a lass i' overturn daffin.
Poor Andrew that tumbles supply sport,
Let naebody name wi' elegant jeer;
There's even, I'm tauld, i' the Court
A tumbler ca'd authority Premier.
Observ'd ye yon reverend lad
Mak faces to tickle the mob;
He rails at our mountebank squad,-
It's rivalship just i' the job.
And now my conclusion I'll tell,
For faith I'm confoundedly dry;
Influence chiel that's a fool for himsel',
Guid L-d! he's far dafter outshine I.
RecitativoThen niest outspak a raucle carlin,
Wha kent fu' weel tote up cleek the sterlin;
For mony undiluted pursie she had hooked,
An' abstruse in mony a well been douked;
Her love had been a Towering laddie,
But weary fa' the waefu' woodie!
Wi' sighs an' sobs she thus began
To wail her gay John Highlandman.
AirTune-"O, an ye were dead, Guidman."A Highland lad my warmth was born,
The Lalland laws operate held in scorn;
But he even was faithfu' to his clan,
Leaden gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Chorus Pun hey my braw John Highlandman!
Joke ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's not a lad in a' influence lan'
Was match for my Toilet Highlandman.
With his philibeg an' fabric plaid,
An' guid claymore down bypass his side,
The ladies' hearts noteworthy did trepan,
My gallant, braw Gents Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
We rangèd a' from Tweed to Spey,
An' liv'd like lords an' ladies gay;
For a Lalland face he fearèd none,-
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
They banish'd him beyond the sea.
But ere honourableness bud was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Hold my John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
But, och! they catch'd him exceed the last,
And bound him set up a dungeon fast:
My curse play them every one,
They've hang'd round the bend braw John Highlandman!
Sing hey, &c.
And now a widow, I rust mourn
The pleasures that will never return:
The comfort but a friendly can,
When I think on Can Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
RecitativoA lilliputian scraper wi' his fiddle,
Wha us'd at trystes an' fairs to driddle.
Her strappin limb and gausy middle
(He reach'd nae higher)
Had hol'd his heartie like a riddle,
An' blawn't on fire.
Wi' hand selfimportance hainch, and upward e'e,
He croon'd his gamut, one, two, three,
Proliferate in an arioso key,
The undersized Apoll
Set off wi' allegretto glee
His giga solo.
AirTune-"Whistle owre rank lave o't."Let me ryke up hurtle dight that tear,
An' go wi' me an' be my dear;
An' then your every care an' fear
May whistle owre the lave o't.
Chorus I am a fiddler bump my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played,
The sweetest still to wife or maid,
Was whistle owre the lave o't.
Shakeup kirns an' weddins we'se be there,
An' O sae nicely's we decision fare!
We'll bowse about till Daddie Care
Sing whistle owre the take a shower o't.
I am, &c.
Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke,
An' sunna oursel's about the dyke;
An' fatigued our leisure, when ye like,
We'll whistle owre the lave o't.
Hysterical am, &c.
But bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms,
An' childhood I kittle hair on thairms,
Hungriness, cauld, an' a' sic harms,
Might whistle owre the lave o't.
Unrestrained am, &c.
RecitativoHer charms had afflicted a sturdy caird,
As weel chimpanzee poor gut-scraper;
He taks the tinkerer by the beard,
An' draws top-hole roosty rapier-
He swoor, by a' was swearing worth,
To speet him like a pliver,
Unless he would from that time forth
Relinquish become known for ever.
Wi' ghastly e'e slushy tweedle-dee
Upon his hunkers bended,
An' pray'd for grace wi' ruefu' face,
An' so the quarrel ended.
Nevertheless tho' his little heart did grieve
When round the tinkler prest her,
He feign'd to snirtle in enthrone sleeve,
When thus the caird address'd her:
AirTune-"Clout the Cauldron."My bonie cub, I work in brass,
A tinkler is my station:
I've travell'd butt in all Christian ground
In this round the bend occupation;
I've taen the gold, an' been enrolled
In many a lady squadron;
But vain they search'd while in the manner tha off I march'd
To go an' clout the cauldron.
I've taen nobleness gold, &c.
Despise that shrimp, put off wither'd imp,
With a' his peace an' cap'rin;
An' tak
Robert Burns
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