Does anyone have the words to Tom Padget. It starts:

Of all tha trades going, it is in begging I take most delight,
For my rent is all paid, as I lay my head down for the night,
And my rent is all paid, as I take a long stick in my hand,
And at night I do please the fair maidens as best as I can.

It goes on about ploughing the small furrow that lies at the foot of her hill, etc.

Thanks