In reply to stp:
Of all the trades in England the beggin' is the best
For when a beggar's tired, he can lay him down and rest
I've a pocket for me oatmeal and another for me salt
I've a pair of little crutches tha should see how I can halt
There's patches on me fusty coat and a black patch on me eye
But when it comes to tuppenny ale I can see as well as thee
Me britches they are no but holes but me heart is free of care
As long as I've me belly full me backside can go bare
I've been deaf at Duckinfield and I've been blind at Shaw
And many's the reet and willing lass I've bedded in the straw
There's a bed for me where'er I lie and I don't pay no rent
I've got no noisy looms to mind and I am reet content
I can rest when I am tired and I heed no master's bell
Ya men'd be daft to be a king when beggars live so well
Of all the trades in England the beggin' is the best
For when a beggar's tired, he can lay him down and rest
And a-beggin' I will go
And a-beggin' I will go