The Beggin' Lyrics

I am a lonesome beggar, I have a wooden leg
Lame from the cradle and forced for to beg
And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go

I've a little bag for oatmeal and another one for salt
On me two wee bonnie crutches you can see me weave and halt
And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go

Seven years I begged for me old master Wilde
He taught me how to beg, sir, when I was but a child
And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go

Seven years I begged for him, brought him store of pelf
Now the Lord be praised, sir, I'm beggin' for meself
And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go

Of all the jobs in England, beggin' is the best
For when a beggar's tired he can lay it down and rest
And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go

Yes, of all the jobs in England, beggin' is the one
For we live a life of "going to do" and die with nothing done
And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go