Does anyone know any more verses to this old folk song?

1. Through heat and cold and poverty I scarce could get a meal
I've often beat the devil down for tempting me to steal

Ch: In the days that I was hard up I never shall forget
In the days that I was hard up though I may be happy yet

2. There in yonder's drawing room whose height is 36
A workshop on the other side I've often counted the bricks