redone all but the parenthesis are original broadside:

  The beggars chorus in the JOVIAL CREW. Based on A Jovial Crew, 
  
  or, The Merry Beggars (1641). Imprimis 1683.
  
         F            Bb         F            C7
  There was a jovial beggar, he had a wooden legg
   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. 
  
  A bag for my oatmeal, and another for my rye.
  A little bottle by my side to drink when I am a dry.
  
  A bag for my wheat, and another for my salt
  A little pair of crutches, to see how I can halt
  
  To pimlicoe wee'l go where merry we shall be
  And ev'ry man with a can in's hand and a wench upon his knee
  
  And when that we're disposed, we tumble on the grass
  With long patch'd coates, for to a hide a pretty lass
  
  Seaven years I served, my old master's wild
  Seaven years I begged, whilst I was but a child
  
  I had the pretty knack, for to wheedle and to cry
  By young and by old, much pittyed e're was I
  
  Fatherless and motherless, still was my complaint
  And none that ever saw me but took me for a saint
  
  I begg'd or my master and got him store of pelf
  But Jove now be praised I do beg for my self
  
  Within a hollow tree, I live and pay no rent
  Providence provides for me and I am well content
  
  I fear no plots against me, but live in open cell.
  Why who would be a king when a beggar lives so well.
  
  [Of all the trades in England, a-beggin' is the best
  For when a beggar's tired, You can lay him down to rest.]