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Magpie Lane - John Reilly lyrics
Of all the trades in England a-begging is the best For when a beggar's tired he can lay him down to rest And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go. I've a pocket for me oatmeal and another for me salt, I've a pair of little crutches, you should see how I can hault. There's patches on me fastian coat and a black patch under me eye, But when it comes to tuppeny ale I can see as well as he. Me britches they've a lot of holes, but me heart is free of care, As long as i've got me belly full, me backside can go bare. I can rest wherever I choose and i've no rent to pay And many's the right and willing lass i've bedded in the hay. I can rest wherever I please and I hear no master's bell, What man had any want to be a king when beggars do so well. Of all the trades in Englad a-begging is the best, For when a beggar's tired, he can lay him down to rest. And a-begging I will go and a-beggin I will go, And a-begging I will go and a-begging I will go. |
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