The Beggers Chorus,
In the Jovial CREW.
To a pleasant new Tune'
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THere was a jovial Begger,
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he had a Wooden Leg
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Lame from his Cradle,
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and forced for to beg:
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And a begging we will go,
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well go, we'l go,
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And a begging we will go.
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A Bag for my Oat-meal,
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another for my Rye;
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A little Bottle by my side,
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to drink when I'm a dry,
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And a begging we will go,
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we'l go, we'l go,
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And a begging we will go.
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A bag for my wheat,
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and another for my Salt,
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A little pair of Crutches,
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to see how I can halt,
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And a begging, etc.
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A bag for my Bread,
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another for my Cheese,
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A little Dog to follow me,
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to gather what I leese,
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And a begging, etc.
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To Pimblico we'l go,
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where we shall merry be;
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With every man a Can in's hand
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and a Wench upon his knee,
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And a begging, etc.
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And when that we're disposed,
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we tumble on the Grass,
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With long patch'd Coats,
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for to hide a pretty lass,
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And a begging, etc.
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Seven Years I served
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my old Master Wild,
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Seven years I begged
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whilst I was but a Child,
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And a begging, etc.
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I had the pretty knack,
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to wheedle and to cry,
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By young and by old,
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Much pittyed e're was I,
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And a, etc.
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Fatherless and Motherless,
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Still was my Complaint,
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And none that ever saw me,
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but took me for a Saint,
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And a, etc.
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I beg'd for my Master,
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and got him store of pelf,
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But Jove now be praised,
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I now beg for my self,
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And a begging, etc.
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Within a hollow Tree
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I live, and pay no rent,
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Providence provides for me,
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and I am well content.
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And a begging, etc.
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I fear no Plotts against me,
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but live in open Cell,
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Why who wou'd be a King
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when a beggar lives so well,
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And a begging we will go.
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