Of all the trades in England, the 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 my oatmeal and another for my salt And with my leg and crutches you should see how I can bolt And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go There's patches on my coat, and on my right eye too When it comes to pretty girls, I can see as well as you And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go A-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go Instrumental My trousers are all ragged, and my heart is free from care If I can eat and drink, m' boys, my backside can go bare And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go A-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go There's a bed for me in any town, and I've no rent to pay There's many a right and willing la** I've bedded in the hay And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go A-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go I've got no tax to pay, and I heed no master's bell Who would be a king when a beggar does so well? And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go A-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go Instrumental Of all the trades in England, the 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 A-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go A-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go A-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go