The Beggers
CHORUS
IN
The Jovial Crew.
To an Excellent New Tune.
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THere was a jovial Beggar,
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he had a wooden Leg;
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Lame from his Cradel,
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and forced for to beg;
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And a Begging we will go, well go, well go,
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And a Begging we will go.
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A Bag for my Oatmeal,
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another for my Salt,
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A litt[l]e 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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A Bag for my Wheat.
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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 Im a dry:
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And a Begging wel go, wel go, wel go
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And a Begging we will go.
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To Pimlico well go,
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where merry we shall be,
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With every Man a Can ins Hand,
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and Wench upon his Knee:
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And a Begging, etc.
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And when that were disposed,
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we tumble on the Grass
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With long patchd 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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for to wheedle and to cry?
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By young and by old,
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much pitied was I:
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And a Begging, 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 Begging, etc.
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I beggd 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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Of all Occupations
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a Begger lives the best;
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For when he is weary
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hell lie him down and rest:
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And a Begging, etc.
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I fear no Plots against me,
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but live in open Cell;
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Why who woud be a King,
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when a Begger lives so well.
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And a begging we will go, wel go, etc.
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And a Begging we will go.
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