From a Jolly Begger to a Wooing Rogue

Come live with me and be my Whore,
And we will beg from door to door,
Then under a hedge we'll sit and louse us,
Until the Beadle comes to rouse us.
And if they'll give us no relief,
Thou shalt turn Whore and I'll turn Thief,
Thou shall turn Whore and I'll turn Thief.

If thou canst rob, then I can steal,
And we'll eat Roast-meat every meal:
Aye we'll eat roast meats every day,
And throw our mouldy Crusts away,
And twice a day we will be drunk,
And then at night I'll kiss my Punk,
And then at night I'll kiss my Punk.

And when we both shall have the Pox,
We then shall want both Shirts and Smocks,
To shift each others mangy hide,
That is with Itch so pockifi'd;
We'll take some clean ones from a hedge,
And leave our old ones for a pledge,
And leave our old ones for a pledge.