Lyrics The Begging Song - Dave Swarbrick , Martin Carthy
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
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