The Begging Song Songtext
von Martin Carthy & Dave Swarbrick

Of all the trades in England the beggin′ is the best
For when a beggar's tired he can lay him down and rest

And a-beggin′ I will go
And a-beggin' I will go

I got on the train in Carlisle they kicked me out at Crewe
I slept on every paving-stone from there to Waterloo

And a-beggin' I will go
And a-beggin′ I will go

I got breakfast off the Embankment I got my lunch and tea
And only the finest cardboard made a home that was fit for me

And a-beggin′ I will go
And a-beggin' I will go

We sit on the stair at Leicester Square from seven o′clock till ten
Then round the back of the Connaught House for dinner from out of a bin


And a-beggin' I will go
And a-beggin′ I will go

I can rest when I am tired and I heed no master's bell
A man′d be daft to be a king when beggars live so well

And a-beggin' I will go
And a-beggin' I will go

The law came down to see us they came down three together
They put out the fire they left us there Oh Lord how we did shiver

And a-beggin′ I will go
And a-beggin′ I will go

I am a Victorian value I'm enterprise poverty
Completely invisible to the state and a joy to Mrs T

And a-beggin′ I will go
And a-beggin' I will go

Of all the trades in England the beggin′ is the best
For when a beggar's tired he can lay him down and rest


And a-beggin′ I will go
And a-beggin' I will go