The Beggin' Lyrics

I am a lonesome beggar, I have a wooden leg Lame from the cradle and forced for to beg And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go I've a little bag for oatmeal and another one for salt On me two wee bonnie crutches you can see me weave and halt And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go Seven years I begged for me old master Wilde He taught me how to beg, sir, when I was but a child And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go Seven years I begged for him, brought him store of pelf Now the Lord be praised, sir, I'm beggin' for meself And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go Of all the jobs in England, beggin' is the best For when a beggar's tired he can lay it down and rest And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go Yes, of all the jobs in England, beggin' is the one For we live a life of "going to do" and die with nothing done And a-beggin' I will go, a-beggin' I will go