A Begging I Will Go

Of all the trades in England, a-beggin' is the best
For when a beggar’s tired, You can lay him down to rest.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
I got a pocket for me oatmeal, and another for me rye.
I got a bottle by me side to drink when I am dry.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
I got patches on me cloak, and black patch on me knee.
When you come to take me home, I’ll drink as well as thee.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
I got a pocket for me … and another for me malt
I got a pair of little crutches, you should see how I can halt.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
I sleep beneath an open tree, and there I pay no rent.
Providence provides for me, and I am well content.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
I fear no plots against me. I live an open cell.
Who would be a king then when beggars live so well.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
Of all the trades in England, a-begging is the best.
For when a beggar’s tired, you can lay him down to rest.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)