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