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T:A Beggin' I Will Go
R:Folk Song
M:6/8
C:Trad
O:England
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B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
N:Mike Harding
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A Beggin' I Will Go
Of all the trades in England
The beggin' is the best
For when a beggar's tired
He can sit down to rest.

CHORUS
And a beggin' I will go
And a beggin' I will go.

I've a bag for me oatmeal
And another for me salt
A pair of little crutches
Tha should see how I can halt.

Me breecheses they are nobbut holes
But me heart is free of care
As long as I've a belly full
Me arse it can go bare.

There's a bed for me where e'er I lie
And I don't pay no rent
I've got no noisy looms to mind
And I am reet content.

I rest when I'm tired
I heed no master's bell
A man would be mad to be a king
When beggars live so well.

I've a black patch on my fusti coat
And another on my ee
But when it comes to tuppeny ale
I'll see as well as thee.

I've bin deef at Dukinfield
And I've bin blint at Shaw
And many a reet and willin' lass
I've bedded in the straw.