Allalu Mo Wauleen (the Beggar-s Address To His Bag) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFEF CGCG CCCCHIHI CGCG CJCJCKCK CGCG LLMNANAL CACA COCOCICI CGCG CPCPQRQR CRCR

GOOD neighbors dear be cautiousA
And covet no man s pounds or penceB
Ambition s greedy maw shunC
And tread the path of innocenceD
Dread crooked ways and cheatingE
And be not like those hounds of HellF
Like prowling wolves awaitingE
Which once upon my footsteps fellF
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An allalu mo wauleenC
My little bag I treasured itG
Twas stuffed from string to sauleenC
A thousand times I measured itG
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Should you ever reach DungarvanC
That wretched hole of dole and sinC
Be on your sharpest guard manC
Or the eyes out of your head they ll pinC
Since I left sweet TipperaryH
They eased me of my cherished loadI
And left me light and airyH
A poor dark man upon the roadI
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An allalu mo wauleenC
No hole no stitch no rent in itG
Twas stuffed from string to sauleenC
My half year s rent was pent in itG
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A gay gold ring unbrokenC
A token to a fair young maidJ
Which told of love unspokenC
To one whose hopes were long delayedJ
A pair of woolen hoseenC
Close knitted without rub or seamK
And a pound of weed well chosenC
Such as smokers taste in dreamK
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An allalu mo wauleenC
Such a store I had in itG
Twas stuffed from string to sauleenC
And nothing mean or bad in itG
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Full oft in cosy cornerL
We d sit beside a winter fireL
Nor envied prince or lord orM
To kingly rank did we aspireN
But twice they overhauled usA
The dark police of aspect direN
Because they feared Mo ChairdeasA
You held the dreaded Fenian fireL
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An allalu mo wauleenC
My bag and me they sundered usA
Twas stuffed from string to sauleenC
My bag of bags they sundered usA
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Yourself and I mo st reenC
At every hour of night and dayO
Through road and lane and bohreenC
Without complaint we made our wayO
Till one sore day a carmanC
In pity took us from the roadI
And faced us towards DungarvanC
Where mortal sin hath firm abodeI
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An allalu mo wauleenC
Without a hole or rent in itG
Twas stuffed from string to sauleenC
My half year s rent was pent in itG
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My curses attend DungarvanC
Her boats her borough and her fishP
May every woe that mars manC
Come dancing down upon her dishP
For all the rogues behind youQ
From Slaney s bank to Shannon s tideR
Are but poor scholars mind youQ
To the rogues you d meet in AbbeysideR
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An allalu mo wauleenC
My little bag I treasured itR
Twas stuffed from string to sauleenC
A thousand times I measured itR

Anonymous English



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