An' ev'ry time great care is taen, Auld uncle John, wha wedlock's joys, Because he gat the toom dish thrice, In wrath that night. XXVIII. Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks, Their sports were cheap an' cheery. Fu' blythe that night. THE JOLLY BEGGARS. A CANTATA. RECITATIVO. WHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, When hail-stanes drive wi' bitter skyte, * Sowins, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Hallow een supper. †The old Scotch name for the Rat. And infant frosts begin to bite, First niest the fire, in auld red rags, While she held up her greedy gab Just like an a'mous dish. Ilk smack still did crack still, 1 AM a son of Mars, who have been in many wars. And show my cuts and scars wherever I come This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench, When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum. Lal de daudle, &c. II. My 'prenticeship I past where my leader breath'd his last, When the bloody die was cast on the heights of Abram; I serv'd out my trade when the gallant game was play'd, And the Moro low was laid at the sound of the drum. Lal de daudle, &c. III. I lastly was with Curtis, among the floating batt'ries, IV. And now, though I must beg, with a wooden arm and leg, And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my bum, I'm as happy with my wallet, my bottle, and my callet, As when I us'd in scarlet to follow a drum. Lal de daudle, &c What tho' with hoary locks, I must stand the winter shocks, Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home, When the t'other bag I sell, and the t'other bottle tell I could meet a troop of hell at the sound of the drum. Lal de daudle, &c. RECITATIVO. He ended; and the kebars sheuk While frighted rattans backward leuk, 1 once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when, II. Sing, Lal de lal, &c. The first of my loves was a swaggering blade; Sing, Lal de lal, &c. III. But the godly old chaplain left him in the lurch; V. Full soon I grew sick of my sanctified sot, V. Sing, Lal de lal, &c. But the peace it reduc'd me to beg in despair, VI. Sing, Lal de lal, &c And now I have lived I know not how long And still I can join in a cup or a song; But whilst with both hands I can hold the glass steady Here's to thee, my hero, my sodger laddie. Sing, Lal de lal, &c RECITATIVO. 'Then niest outspak a raucle carlin, |