Текст песни Tom Padget - Spiers & Boden

Well, of all the trades going
It's in begging that I take great delight
For my rent is all paid
When I lay my bags down for the night
And my rent is all paid
When I take a long stick in my hand
And at night I will please
The fair maidens as best as I can

Well, I walked all the day
'Til I came to some rich farmhouse
And I knocked on the door
Like some poor fool left lately without
Without eating or drinking
For twenty long hours or more
And I said, "Kind madam
Will you pray for and remember the poor?"

"If it's alms that you want
You will get them, old man," she said
But before she gave pennies
She ran to her mummy upstairs
Saying, "Mummy, oh mummy
There is a strange man in the hall
Stay close to your chambers
For I fear he will ravish us all"

Well, her mother did scoff her
And did call her a silly young fool
To take any such notion
Against a poor man at the door
For his clothes were all ragged
And his britches torn behind and before
And his doldrums hung down
A good eighteen long inches or more

"Tom Paget," she said
"Why don't you go work for your bread
To some rich farmer
And be decently clothed and fed?"
"But to plough and sow, madam
I'm afraid that I have little skill
For I plough my own furrow
And others may do what they will"

"Tom Paget," she said
"If you and I could both agree
Then I'd make you the steward
Over all of my men for to be
And we'd eat at one table
And we'd sleep in a soft bed of down
If I could but have you
Tom Paget of Killaloe Town"

Well, of all the trades going
It's in begging that I take great delight
For my rent is all paid
When I lay my bags down for the night
And my rent is all paid
When I take a long stick in my hand
And at night I will please
The fair maidens as best as I can