From
The Jug of Punch,
Popular Irish Pub Songs

recorded at SixCat Studio
in Sheridan, OR, March, 2007.

The Little Beggarman
2007 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

I am a little beggarman and begging I have been,
For three score or more in this little isle of green.
I'm known from the Liffey down to Segue,
And I go by the name of old Johnny Dhu.
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best,
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest.
He can beg for his dinner, if hes nothing else to do,
Only cut around the corner with his old rig-a-doo.

 I slept in the barn, down in Caurabawn,
The wet night came on and I slept 'till the dawn.
With holes in the roof and the rain coming through,
And the rats and the cats, they were playing peek-a-boo.
When who did I waken but the woman of the house,
With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said "boo,
Aarah, don't you be afraid mum it's only Johnny Dhu"

 I met a little flaxen-haired girl one day,
"Good morning little flaxen-haired girl" I did say.
"Good morning little beggarman, a how do you do,
With your rags and your tags and your old rig-a-doo."
I'll buy a pair of leggings, a collar and a tie,
And a nice young lady I'll fetch by and by.
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue,
An old fashioned lady I will make her too .

 Over the hills with my pack on my back,
Over the fields with my great heavy sack,
With holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through,
Singing skinny-me-rink a doodle o and me old rig-a-doo.
Now I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night,
The fire's all raked and out goes the light
So now you've heard the story of my old rig-a-doo,
So good-bye and God be with you says old Johnny Dhu

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