I compared the broadsides with the versions chico posted above, and I found the broadsides have additional verses. Also the broadsides have dashes (indicating self-censorship?) where chico's version has "Hanover," "king," and "James;" furthermore, the name that chico renders as "George" is certainly not "George," but I don't recognize what name is represented by "O——ld." Maybe someone more acquainted with the history of the period can enlighten me.

I have modernized the spelling and punctuation.

From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Douce Ballads 4(24a):

AN EXCELLENT NEW BALLAD
To the tune of "A-Begging We Will Go," &c.

I am a turnip hoer, as good as ever hoed.
I have hoed from my cradle and reaped where I ne'er sowed.
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.
For my turnips I must hoe.

With a hoe for my self and another for my son;
A third too for my wife ——; but wives I've two, or none.
And a-hoeing we will go, &c.

At Brunswick and Hanover, I learned the hoeing trade.
From thence I came to England, where a strange hoe I have made.
And a-hoeing we will go, &c.

I've pillaged town and country round, and no man durst say, no.
I've lopped off heads, like turnip-tops, made England cry, "High ho!"
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.

Of all trades in my country, a hoer is the best;
For when his turnips he has hoed, on a turnip he can feast.
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.

A turnip once, we read, was a present for a prince;
And all the German princes have hoed turnips ever since.
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.

Let trumpets cheer the soldier, and fiddles charm the beau;
But sure 'tis much more princely to cry, "Turnips, turnips, ho!"
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.

With iron-headed hoes, let dull Britons hoe their corn;
But of all hoes, give me a hoe for turnips, tipped with horn.
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.

If Britons will be Britons still, and horny heads affront,
I'll carry home both head and horns, and hoe where I was wont.
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.

To Hanover, I'll go, I'll go, and there I'll merry be;
With a good hoe in my right hand, and Munster on my knee.
And a-hoeing I will go, &c.

Come on, my Turks and Germans; pack up, pack up, and go.
Let J——s take his sceptre, so I can have my hoe.
And a-hoeing we will go, &c.

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From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, MS. Rawl. poet. 207(109, 110):

THE TURNIP SONG: A GEORGICK
To the tune of "A-Begging We Will Go."

Of all roots of H——r, the turnip is the best.
'Tis his salad when 'tis raw, and his sweetmeat when 'tis dressed.
Then a-hoeing he may go, may go, may go,
And his turnips he may hoe.

A potato to dear Foy, and a leek to Taffy give,
But to our friend H——r, a turnip while you live,
That a-hoeing he may go, &c.

No root so fit for barren H——r can be found,
For the turnip will grow best when 'tis sown in poorest ground.
Where a-hoeing he may go, &c.

But if it be transplanted, 'twill shortly have an end,
And the higher still it grows, it must the sooner bend.
Then a-hoeing he may go, &c.

The shallow and the soft in greatness do excel,
But if rooted deep, 'tis rank, and will ne'er digest so well.
Then a-hoeing he may go, &c.

The turnip ne'er should swell like the turban of a Turk,
For 'tis best when 'tis no greater than the white rose of York.
Then a-hoeing he may go, &c.

These turnips have a k——, if we may credit fame;
His sceptre is his hoe, and O——ld is his name.
Who a-hoeing soon must go, &c.

Their seed (though small) increases if the land doth it befriend,
But when they grow too numerous, 'tis time they should be thinned.
Then a-hoeing he must go, &c.

May the turnip make a season for a better plant to grow,
Lest the H——r root prove the root of all our woe.
Then a-hoeing he may go, &c.