THE
BEGGARS CHORUS;
OR,
The JOVIAL CREW.
To an excellent new Play-house Tune.
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THERE was a jovial Beggar,
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He had a Wooden Leg,
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And lame from his Cradle,
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Was forced for to beg:
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And a Begging we will go,
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well go, well 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 am dry:
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And a Begging we will go,
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Well go, well 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 shew how I can halt:
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And a Begging we will go,
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Well go, well go,
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And a Begging we will go.
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A Bag for my Bread,
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And another for my Cheese,
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A little Dog to follow me,
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To gather what I leave,
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And a Begging, etc.
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To Pimblico well go,
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Where we will merry be,
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With every Man a can ins 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 are 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 Good old Master Wild,
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And 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 the Old,
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Most pityd eer 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 begged 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 myself:
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And a Begging, etc.
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Within a Hollow-tree I live,
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And there I 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 plots against me,
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But live in open Cell;
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Then who would 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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Well go, well go,
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And Begging we will go.
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