Ewan Maccoll To The Beggin' I Will Go
Of all the trades in England, the begging is the best
For when a beggar's tired, he can sit him down and rest.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
There's a pock(et) for me oatmeal and another for me salt
I've a pair of little crutches, tha' should see how I can halt.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
There's patches on me fusty coat, there's a black patch on me ee (eye)
But when it comes to tupenny ale I can see as well as thee.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
Me britches they are nought but holes but me heart is free from care
As long as I've a belly full, me backside can go bare
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
There's a bed for me where'er I like and I don't pay pay no rent.
I've got no noisy looms to mind and I am right content.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
I can rest when when I am tired and I heed no master's bell
A man'd be daft to be a king when beggars live so well.
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
Oh I've been deef (deaf) at Dockingfield and I've been blind at Shaw
And many's the right and willing lass I've bedded in the straw
And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
