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To a Beggin'

dm              F              dm               am
I am a jovial beggar, I have a wooden leg
dm            F               dm                                C
I've been lame from the cradle, and forc-ed to beg

       G                                                D     C       D
And a beggin' I will go me lads, to the beggin' I will go
 G                                                        D     C    D
And a beggin' I will go me lads, to the beggin' I will go

Full well I've served my master poor mister Wilde
He taught me how to beg sir, when I was but a child

I live in a hollow tree sir, and there I pay no rent
For providence provides for me and I am well content

Of all the trades in England, the beggin is the best
For when a man is tired, he may lay him down and rest

I fear no plots against me, I live in an open cell
And who would be a king me lads while beggars live so well

Of all the trades in England the beggin is the one
We live a life what we're going to do, and die with nothing done

I've a jug for me ale sir, and another for me rye
I've a bottle by me side boys, to drink when I am dry

I've been blind a hundred times, and deaf a score or more
And many is the right and willing lass I've bedded in the straw

--first verse--