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 CRCRGOOD 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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