The Beggar Songtext
von James Findlay

Oh I′d just as soon be a beggar than a king
Tell you the reason why
For a king could swagger no drink like a beggar
Or be half as happy as I
Let your back, your sides grow bare me boys
Bleed and your hands grow cold
And give the belly boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Now I've worked today and I′ve paid my way
Friends gather for a while
Good land, let's stand us a pint each hand
And we'll raise this roof with style
Let your back, your sides grow bare me boys
Bleed and your hands grow cold
And give the belly boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old
I′ve a sixpence in my pocket lad
Worked very hard for that
There ain′t a Turk who oughta make me work
When begging is as good as that


Let your back, your sides grow bare me boys
Bleed and your hands grow cold
And give the belly boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old
We oft times lie like pigs in the sty
Frost and the snow on the ground
I eat the crust when it's rolled in dust
But you thanks for what we′ve found
Let your back, your sides grow bare me boys
Bleed and your hands grow cold
And give the belly boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Now I have a home but I oft times roam
Countryside and town
I am often glad and seldom sad
'Cause I′m never once tied down
Let your back, your sides grow bare me boys
Bleed and your hands grow cold
And give the belly boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old
So when winter call to a rich man's hall
Beg for our bread and beer
Give us half a chance we′ll rap and dance
God bless you, happy new year
Let your back, your sides grow bare me boys
Bleed and your hands grow cold
And give the belly boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Let your back, your sides grow bare me boys
Bleed and your hands grow cold
And give the belly boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old