The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata Poem Rhyme Scheme

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e the bauckie bird	A
Bedim cauld Boreas' blast	B
When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte	B
And infant frosts begin to bite	B
In hoary cranreuch drest	B
Ae night at e'en a merry core	C
O' randie gangrel bodies	D
In Poosie Nansie's held the splore	C
To drink their orra duddies	D
Wi' quaffing an' laughing	E
They ranted an' they sang	F
Wi' jumping an' thumping	E
The vera girdle rang	F
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First neist the fire in auld red rags	D
Ane sat weel brac'd wi' mealy bags	D
And knapsack a' in order	C
His doxy lay within his arm	G
Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm	H
She blinkit on her sodger	C
An' aye he gies the tozie drab	I
The tither skelpin' kiss	D
While she held up her greedy gab	I
Just like an aumous dish	J
Ilk smack still did crack still	K
Just like a cadger's whip	L
Then staggering an' swaggering	E
He roar'd this ditty up	M
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AirTune Soldier's Joy I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars	D
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come	N
This here was for a wench and that other in a trench	O
When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum	N
Lal de daudle c	P
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My 'prenticeship I past where my leader breath'd his last	B
When the bloody die was cast on the heights of Abram	Q
And I served out my trade when the gallant game was play'd	B
And the Morro low was laid at the sound of the drum	N
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I lastly was with Curtis among the floating batt'ries	D
And there I left for witness an arm and a limb	R
Yet let my country need me with Elliot to head me	P
I'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum	N
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And now tho' I must beg with a wooden arm and leg	S
And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my bum	N
I'm as happy with my wallet my bottle and my callet	B
As when I used in scarlet to follow a drum	N
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What tho' with hoary locks I must stand the winter shocks	D
Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home	T
When the t'other bag I sell and the t'other bottle tell	U
I could meet a troop of hell at the sound of a drum	N
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RecitativoHe ended and the kebars sheuk	S
Aboon the chorus roar	C
While frighted rattons backward leuk	S
An' seek the benmost bore	C
A fairy fiddler frae the neuk	S
He skirl'd out encore	C
But up arose the martial chuck	S
An' laid the loud uproar	C
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AirTune Sodger Laddie I once was a maid tho' I cannot tell when	V
And still my delight is in proper young men	V
Some one of a troop of dragoons was my daddie	B
No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie	B
Sing lal de lal c	S
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The first of my loves was a swaggering blade	B
To rattle the thundering drum was his trade	B
His leg was so tight and his cheek was so ruddy	S
Transported I was with my sodger laddie	S
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But the godly old chaplain left him in the lurch	W
The sword I forsook for the sake of the church	W
He ventur'd the soul and I risked the body	S
'Twas then I proved false to my sodger laddie	S
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Full soon I grew sick of my sanctified sot	S
The regiment at large for a husband I got	S
From the gilded spontoon to the fife I was ready	S
I ask d no more but a sodger laddie	S
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But the peace it reduc'd me to beg in despair	C
Till I met old boy in a Cunningham fair	C
His rags regimental they flutter'd so gaudy	S
My heart it rejoic'd at a sodger laddie	S
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And now I have liv'd I know not how long	S
And still I can join in a cup and a song	S
But whilst with both hands I can hold the glass steady	S
Here's to thee my hero my sodger laddie	S
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RecitativoPoor Merry Andrew in the neuk	S
Sat guzzling wi' a tinkler hizzie	D
They mind't na wha the chorus teuk	S
Between themselves they were sae busy	D
At length wi' drink an' courting dizzy	D
He stoiter'd up an' made a face	D
Then turn'd an' laid a smack on Grizzie	D
Syne tun'd his pipes wi' grave grimace	D
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AirTune Auld Sir Symon Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou	X
Sir Knave is a fool in a session	Y
He's there but a 'prentice I trow	C
But I am a fool by profession	Y
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My grannie she bought me a beuk	S
An' I held awa to the school	Z
I fear I my talent misteuk	S
But what will ye hae of a fool	Z
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For drink I would venture my neck	S
A hizzie's the half of my craft	S
But what could ye other expect	S
Of ane that's avowedly daft	S
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I ance was tied up like a stirk	S
For civilly swearing and quaffin	Y
I ance was abus'd i' the kirk	S
For towsing a lass i' my daffin	Y
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Poor Andrew that tumbles for sport	S
Let naebody name wi' a jeer	C
There's even I'm tauld i' the Court	S
A tumbler ca'd the Premier	C
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Observ'd ye yon reverend lad	S
Mak faces to tickle the mob	A2
He rails at our mountebank squad	S
It's rivalship just i' the job	A2
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And now my conclusion I'll tell	U
For faith I'm confoundedly dry	C
The chiel that's a fool for himsel'	U
Guid L d he's far dafter than I	C
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RecitativoThen niest outspak a raucle carlin	Y
Wha kent fu' weel to cleek the sterlin	Y
For mony a pursie she had hooked	S
An' had in mony a well been douked	S
Her love had been a Highland laddie	S
But weary fa' the waefu' woodie	S
Wi' sighs an' sobs she thus began	Y
To wail her braw John Highlandman	Y
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AirTune O an ye were dead Guidman A Highland lad my love was born	Y
The Lalland laws he held in scorn	Y
But he still was faithfu' to his clan	Y
My gallant braw John Highlandman	Y
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Chorus Sing hey my braw John Highlandman	Y
Sing ho my braw John Highlandman	Y
There's not a lad in a' the lan'	Y
Was match for my John Highlandman	Y
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With his philibeg an' tartan plaid	S
An' guid claymore down by his side	S
The ladies' hearts he did trepan	Y
My gallant braw John Highlandman	Y
Sing hey c	S
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We rang d a' from Tweed to Spey	B2
An' liv'd like lords an' ladies gay	B2
For a Lalland face he fear d none	Y
My gallant braw John Highlandman	Y
Sing hey c	S
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They banish'd him beyond the sea	S
But ere the bud was on the tree	S
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran	Y
Embracing my John Highlandman	Y
Sing hey c	S
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But och they catch'd him at the last	S
And bound him in a dungeon fast	S
My curse upon them every one	Y
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman	Y
Sing hey c	S
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And now a widow I must mourn	Y
The pleasures that will ne'er return	Y
The comfort but a hearty can	Y
When I think on John Highlandman	Y
Sing hey c	S
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RecitativoA pigmy scraper wi' his fiddle	U
Wha us'd at trystes an' fairs to driddle	U
Her strappin limb and gausy middle	U
He reach'd nae higher	C
Had hol'd his heartie like a riddle	U
An' blawn't on fire	C
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Wi' hand on hainch and upward e'e	S
He croon'd his gamut one two three	S
Then in an arioso key	S
The wee Apoll	U
Set off wi' allegretto glee	U
His giga solo	U
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AirTune Whistle owre the lave o't Let me ryke up to dight that tear	C
An' go wi' me an' be my dear	C
An' then your every care an' fear	C
May whistle owre the lave o't	U
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Chorus I am a fiddler to my trade	S
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played	S
The sweetest still to wife or maid	S
Was whistle owre the lave o't	U
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At kirns an' weddins we'se be there	C
An' O sae nicely's we will fare	C
We'll bowse about till Daddie Care	C
Sing whistle owre the lave o't	U
I am c	U
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Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke	S
An' sun oursel's about the dyke	S
An' at our leisure when ye like	S
We'll whistle owre the lave o't	U
I am c	U
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But bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms	D
An' while I kittle hair on thairms	D
Hunger cauld an' a' sic harms	D
May whistle owre the lave o't	U
I am c	U
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RecitativoHer charms had struck a sturdy caird	U
As weel as poor gut scraper	C
He taks the fiddler by the beard	U
An' draws a roosty rapier	C
He swoor by a' was swearing worth	C2
To speet him like a pliver	C
Unless he would from that time forth	D2
Relinquish her for ever	C
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Wi' ghastly e'e poor tweedle dee	U
Upon his hunkers bended	U
An' pray'd for grace wi' ruefu' face	D
An' so the quarrel ended	U
But tho' his little heart did grieve	X
When round the tinkler prest her	C
He feign'd to snirtle in his sleeve	X
When thus the caird address'd her	C
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AirTune Clout the Cauldron My bonie lass I work in brass	D
A tinkler is my station	Y
I've travell'd round all Christian ground	U
In this my occupation	Y
I've taen the gold an' been enrolled	U
In many a noble squadron	Y
But vain they search'd when off I march'd	U
To go an' clout the cauldron	Y
I've taen the gold c	U
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Despise that shrimp that wither'd imp	E2
With a' his noise an' cap'rin	Y
An' tak	S