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

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GOOD neighbors dear be cautious	A
And covet no man s pounds or pence	B
Ambition s greedy maw shun	C
And tread the path of innocence	D
Dread crooked ways and cheating	E
And be not like those hounds of Hell	F
Like prowling wolves awaiting	E
Which once upon my footsteps fell	F
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An allalu mo wauleen	C
My little bag I treasured it	G
Twas stuffed from string to sauleen	C
A thousand times I measured it	G
	-
Should you ever reach Dungarvan	C
That wretched hole of dole and sin	C
Be on your sharpest guard man	C
Or the eyes out of your head they ll pin	C
Since I left sweet Tipperary	H
They eased me of my cherished load	I
And left me light and airy	H
A poor dark man upon the road	I
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An allalu mo wauleen	C
No hole no stitch no rent in it	G
Twas stuffed from string to sauleen	C
My half year s rent was pent in it	G
	-
A gay gold ring unbroken	C
A token to a fair young maid	J
Which told of love unspoken	C
To one whose hopes were long delayed	J
A pair of woolen hoseen	C
Close knitted without rub or seam	K
And a pound of weed well chosen	C
Such as smokers taste in dream	K
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An allalu mo wauleen	C
Such a store I had in it	G
Twas stuffed from string to sauleen	C
And nothing mean or bad in it	G
	-
Full oft in cosy corner	L
We d sit beside a winter fire	L
Nor envied prince or lord or	M
To kingly rank did we aspire	N
But twice they overhauled us	A
The dark police of aspect dire	N
Because they feared Mo Chairdeas	A
You held the dreaded Fenian fire	L
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An allalu mo wauleen	C
My bag and me they sundered us	A
Twas stuffed from string to sauleen	C
My bag of bags they sundered us	A
	-
Yourself and I mo st reen	C
At every hour of night and day	O
Through road and lane and bohreen	C
Without complaint we made our way	O
Till one sore day a carman	C
In pity took us from the road	I
And faced us towards Dungarvan	C
Where mortal sin hath firm abode	I
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An allalu mo wauleen	C
Without a hole or rent in it	G
Twas stuffed from string to sauleen	C
My half year s rent was pent in it	G
	-
My curses attend Dungarvan	C
Her boats her borough and her fish	P
May every woe that mars man	C
Come dancing down upon her dish	P
For all the rogues behind you	Q
From Slaney s bank to Shannon s tide	R
Are but poor scholars mind you	Q
To the rogues you d meet in Abbeyside	R
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An allalu mo wauleen	C
My little bag I treasured it	R
Twas stuffed from string to sauleen	C
A thousand times I measured it	R

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