The Jolly Beggar I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THER is a wife in yone toun end an she has dothers threeA
An I wad be a beager for ony of a the threeA
He touk his clouty clok him about his peakstaff in his handB
An he is awa to yon toun end leak ony peare manC
I ha ben about this fish toun this years tua or threeA
Ha ye ony quarters deam that ye coud gie meA
Awa ye pear carl ye dinne kean my nameD
Ye sudd ha caed me mistress fan ye called me bat deamE
He tuke his hat in his hand an gied her juks threeA
An ye want manners misstres quarters ye ll gie meA
Awa ye pear carle in ayont the fireF
An sing to our Lord Gray s men to their hearts disireF
Some lowked to his goudie lowks some to his milk whit skineC
Some to his ruffled shirt the gued read gold hang inC
Out spak our madin an she was ay shayG
Fatt will the jolly beager gett afore he gaa to layG
Out spak our goudwife an she was not sae shayG
He se gett a dish of lang kell besids a puss payG
Out spak the jolly beager That dish I dou denayC
I canne sup yer lang kell nor yet yer puss payG
Bat ye gett to my supper a capon of the bestH
Tuo or three bottels of yer wine an bear an we sall ha a merry feastI
Ha ye ony siler carll to bint the bear an wineC
O never a peney misstress had I lang sineC
The beager wadne lay in the barn nor yett in the bayrF
Bat in ahind the haa dor or att the kitchen fireF
The beager s bed was well made of gued clean stray an hayG
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The madin she rose up to bar the dorF
An ther she spayed a naked man was rinen throu the flourF
He tuke her in his arms an to his bed he ranC
Hollie we me sir she says or ye ll waken our pear manC
The begger was a cuning carle an never a word he spakeK
Till he got his turn dean an sayn began to crakK
Is ther ony dogs about this toun madin tell me nouC
Fatt wad ye dee we them my hony an my douI
They wad ravie a my meall poks an die me mukell wrangK
O doll for the deaing o it are ye the pear manC
I thought ye had ben some gentelman just leak the leard of BrodyI
I am sorry for the doing o itt are ye the pore boddieI
She tuke the meall poks by the strings an thrue them our the waaL
Doll gaa we meall poks madinhead an aM
She tuke him to her press gave him a glass of wineC
He tuke her in his arms says Honey ye ss be mineC
He tuke a horn fra his side an he blue loud an shillN
An four an tuenty belted knights came att the beager s willN
He tuke out a pean kniff lute a his dudes faaO
An he was the braest gentelman that was among them aM
He patt his hand in his poket an gaa her ginnes threeI
An four an tuenty hunder mark to pay the nires feeaO
Gin ye had ben a gued woman as I thought ye had benC
I wad haa made ye lady of castels eaght or nineC

Anonymous Olde English



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