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The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata (第1/7页)
the jolly beggars: a tata 注释标题 not published by burns. recitativo when lyart leaves bestrow the yird, or wavering like the bauckie-bird, bedim cauld boreas' blast; when hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte, and infant frosts begin to bite, in hoary reuch drest; ae night at e'en a merry core o' randie, gangrel bodies, in poosie-nansie's held the splore, to drink their orra duddies; wi' quaffing an' laughing, they ranted an' they sang, wi' jumping an' thumping, the vera girdle rang, first, the fire, in auld red rags, a, weel brac'd wi' mealy bags, and knapsack a' in order; his doxy lay within his arm; wi' usquebae an' blas warm she blinkit on her sodger; an' aye he gies the tozie drab the tither skelpin' kiss, while she held up her greedy gab, just like an aumous dish; ilk smack still, did crack still, just like a cadger's whip; then staggering an' swaggering he roar'd this ditty up— air tune—“soldier's joy.” i am a son of mars who have been in many wars, and show my cuts and scars wherever i e; this here was for a wench, and that other in a trench, when weling the french at the sound of the drum. lal de daudle, c. my 'prenticeship i past where my leader breath'd his last, when the bloody die was cast on the heights of abram: and i served out my trade when the gallant game lay'd, and the morro low was laid at the sound of the drum. i lastly was with curtis among the floating batt'ries, and there i left for witness an arm and a limb; yet let my try need me, with elliot to head me, i'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum. and now tho' i must beg, with a wooden arm and leg, and many a tatter'd rag hanging over m