Allalu Mo Wauleen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGFG DHDH DDDDIJIJ DHDH DKDKDLDL DHDH MMNOBOBM DBDB DPDPDJDJ DHDH DQDQRSRS DSDS

The Beggar's Address to His BagA
-
-
Good neighbors dear be cautiousB
And covet no man's pounds or penceC
Ambition's greedy maw shunD
And tread the path of innocenceE
Dread crooked ways and cheatingF
And be not like those hounds of HellG
Like prowling wolves awaitingF
Which once upon my footsteps fellG
-
An allalu mo wauleenD
My little bag I treasured itH
'Twas stuffed from string to sauleenD
A thousand times I measured itH
-
Should you ever reach DungarvanD
That wretched hole of dole and sinD
Be on your sharpest guard manD
Or the eyes out of your head they'll pinD
Since I left sweet TipperaryI
They eased me of my cherished loadJ
And left me light and airyI
A poor dark man upon the roadJ
-
An allalu mo wauleenD
No hole no stitch no rent in itH
'Twas stuffed from string to sauleenD
My half year's rent was pent in itH
-
A gay gold ring unbrokenD
A token to a fair young maidK
Which told of love unspokenD
To one whose hopes were long delayedK
A pair of woolen hoseenD
Close knitted without rub or seamL
And a pound of weed well chosenD
Such as smokers taste in dreamL
-
An allalu mo wauleenD
Such a store I had in itH
'Twas stuffed from string to sauleenD
And nothing mean or bad in itH
-
Full oft in cosy cornerM
We'd sit beside a winter fireM
Nor envied prince or lord orN
To kingly rank did we aspireO
But twice they overhauled usB
The dark police of aspect direO
Because they feared Mo ChairdeasB
You held the dreaded Fenian fireM
-
An allalu mo wauleenD
My bag and me they sundered usB
'Twas stuffed from string to sauleenD
My bag of bags they sundered usB
-
Yourself and I mo st oacute reenD
At every hour of night and dayP
Through road and lane and bohreenD
Without complaint we made our wayP
Till one sore day a carmanD
In pity took us from the roadJ
And faced us towards DungarvanD
Where mortal sin hath firm abodeJ
-
An allalu mo wauleenD
Without a hole or rent in itH
'Twas stuffed from string to sauleenD
My half year's rent was pent in itH
-
My curses attend DungarvanD
Her boats her borough and her fishQ
May every woe that mars manD
Come dancing down upon her dishQ
For all the rogues behind youR
From Slaney's bank to Shannon's tideS
Are but poor scholars mind youR
To the rogues you'd meet in AbbeysideS
-
An allalu mo wauleenD
My little bag I treasured itS
'Twas stuffed from string to sauleenD
A thousand times I measured itS

Anonymous



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Allalu Mo Wauleen poem by Anonymous


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 3 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets