To the Begging I Will Go Lyrics – Ewan MacColl

Of all the trades in England the beggin’ is the best
For when a beggar’s tired, he can sit him down and rest
And a-beggin’ I will go-o-o
And a-beggin’ I will go

I’ve a poke for me salt an another for me malt
I’ve a pair of little crutches, you should see how I can halt
And a-beggin’ I will go-o-o
And a-beggin’ I will go

They’re patches on me fusti cloak, there’s a black patch on me knee
But when it comes to Dublin here, I can say as well as they
And a-beggin’ I will go
And a-beggin’ I will go

Me britches they are nobbut holеs
But me heart is free of care
As long as I’vе a belly full
Me backside can get bare

And a-beggin’ I will go
And a-beggin’ I will go
There’s a bed for me where e’er I lie
And I don’t pay no rent

I’ve got no noisy looms to mind
And I am reet content
And a-beggin’ I will go
And a-beggin’ I will go

I rest when I am tired
I heed no master’s bell
A man would be mad to be a king
When beggars live so well

And a-beggin’ I will go
And a-beggin’ I will go
I’ve bin deef at Dunkinfield
And I’ve bin blint at Shaw

And many’s a reet and willin’ lass
I’ve bedded in the straw
And a-beggin’ I will go
And a-beggin’ I will go
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Ewan MacColl Lyrics – To the Begging I Will Go

Ewan MacColl

To the Begging I Will Go