THE
BEGGARS CHORUS;
OR,
The JOVIAL CREW.

To an excellent new Play-house Tune.

至誠心誠意譜寫，給人溫暖溫暖的心靈。

THERE was a jovial Beggar,
He had a Wooden Leg,
And lame from his Cradle,
Was forced for to beg:
And a Begging we will go,
we'll go, we'll go,
And a Begging we will go.

A Bag for my Oat-meal,
Another for my Rye;
A little Bottle by my Side,
To drink when I am dry:
And a Begging we will go,
We'll go, we'll go,
And a Begging we will go.

A Bag for my Wheat,
And another for my Salt;
A little Pair of Crutches,
To flew how I can halt:
And a Begging we will go,
We'll go, we'll go,
And a Begging we will go.

A Bag for my Bread,
And another for my Cheefe,
A little Dog to follow me,
To gather what I leave.
And a Begging, &c.

To Pimblico we'll go,
Where we will merry be,
With every Man a can in's Hand,
And a Wench upon his Knee:
And a Begging, &c.

And when that we are dispoſed,
We tumble on the Graſs,
With long patch'd Coats,
For to hide a pretty Lafs:
And a Begging, &c.

Seven Years I served
My Good old Maſter Wild,
And seven Years I begged
Whilſt I was but a Child:
And a Begging, &c.

I had the pretty Knack,
For to wheedle and to cry;
By Young and by the Old,
Moſt pity'd e'er was I:
And a Begging, &c.

Fatherleſs and Motherleſs,
Still was my Complaint,
And none that ever ſaw me,
But took me for a Saint:
And a Begging, &c.

I begged for my Maſter,
And got him ſtore of Pelf,
But Jove now be praſed,
I now beg for myſelf:
And a Begging, &c.

Within a Hollow-tree I live,
And there I pay no Rent;
Providence provides for me,
And I am well content:
And a Begging, &c.

I fear no plots against me,
But live in open Cell;
Then who would be a King,
When a Beggar lives ſo well:
And a Begging we will go,
We'll go, we'll go,
And Begging we will go.