A-begging I will go
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There was a jovial beggar, he had a wooden leg
Dm (Gm) C7 F
Lame from his cradle and forcéd for to beg
Gm C7 F (C7)
And a-begging I will go, I will go,
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and a-begging I will go.
Of all the trades in England, a-beggin’ is the best
For when a beggar’s tired, You can lay him down to rest.
Got a pocket for me oatmeal, and another for me rye.
Got a bottle by me side to drink when I am dry.
I got patches on me cloak, and black patch on me knee.
When you come to take me home, I’ll drink as well as thee.
I got a pocket for me whiskey another for me gin
If you race me with me crutches, be sure that I will win.
It’s underneath a bridge I live, I pay no rent
Providence provides for me, and I am well content.
I fear no plots against me. I live an open cell.
Who would be a king then when beggar lives so well.
New Words By Roger McGuinn McGuinn Music BMI 2018