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)