Текст песни 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. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I got a pocket for me oatmeal, and another for me rye. I got a bottle by me side to drink when I am dry. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) 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. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I got a pocket for me ... and another for me malt I got a pair of little crutches, you should see how I can halt. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I sleep beneath an open tree, and there I pay no rent. Providence provides for me, and I am well content. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I fear no plots against me. I live an open cell. Who would be a king then when beggars live so well. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) Of all the trades in England, a-begging is the best. For when a beggar's tired, you can lay him down to rest. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)