New song called, Bonaparte's comin', or, Rouse brother Britons/The jovial beggar

THE JOVIAL BEGGAR.

THERE was a jovial beggar, he had a wooden leg;
Was lame from his cradle, and forced for to beg:

And a-begging we will go,
we’ll go, we’ll go, we’ll go.
An’ a-begging we will go.

A bag for my oat-meal, another for my rye;
A little bottle by my ſide, to drink when I am dry.
And a-begging, &c.

A bag for my beef, and another for my ſalt;
A little pair of crutches, to ſhow how I can halt.
And a-begging, &c.

A bag for my bread, and another for my cheeſe;
A little dog to follow me, and gather what I loſe.
And a-begging, &c.

ſeven years I ſerved my good old Maſter Wind;
And ſeven years I begged, when I was but a child.
And a-begging, &c.

I had the pretty knack, for to whinge and to cryː
By the young, and by the old, much pity’d was I,
And a-begging, &c,

Fatherleſs, & motherleſs, was always my complaint,
And none that ever ſaw me, but took me for a ſaint.
And a-begging, &c.

I begged for my maſter, and got him ſtore of pelt;
But now I'm my own maſter, and do beg tor myſelf.
And a-begging, &c.

To Pimlico’s we'll go, where we will merry be,
With ev’ry man a can in's hand, and wench upon
his knee.
And a-begging, &e.

When we are thus diſpoſed, we tumble on the graſs,
With a long patched coat, for to hide a bonny laſs.
And a-begging, &c.

I live within a hollow tree and there I pay no rent,
Kind providence provides for me, and i am well< content.
And a-begging, &c.

I fear no plots againſt me, but live in open cell;
Then who would be a king, when a beggar lives
ſo well?

And a-begging we will go.
we’ll go, we’ll go; we’ll go.
An’ a-begging we will go.

FINIS.

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