F            Bb         F            C7
  There was a jovial beggar, he had a wooden leg
   Dm            (Gm)       C7            F
  Lame from his cradle and forcéd for to beg
  
         Gm     C7      F        (C7)
  And a-begging I will go, I will go, 
  (Bb)   Gm     C7     F (C7)
  and 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.
  
  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.
  
  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.
  
  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.
  
  It's underneath a bridge I live, I pay no rent
  Providence provides for me, and I am well content.
  
  I fear no plots against me. I live an open cell.
  Who would be a king then when beggars live so well.