The Little Beggarman

I am a little beggarman, a-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'm known by the name of old Johnny Dhu

Of all the trades that's going, I'm sure begging is the best

For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest

He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do

Only cut around the corner with his old rig-a-doo

I slept in the barn right down at Caurabawn

A wet night came on and I slept until 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, I said, "Boo

Ara, don't be afraid, ma'am, it's only Johnny Dhu"

I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day

"Good morning, little flaxy-haired girl," I did say

"Good morning, little beggarman, and how do you do

With your rags and your tags and your old rig-a-doo?"

I'll buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie

And a nice young lady I'll fetch by and by

I'll buy a pair of goggles, I'll color them blue

And an old-fashioned lady I will make her, too

Over the road with me pack on me back

Over the fields with me great, heavy sack

With holes in me shoes and me toes peeping through

Singing, "Skinny-me-rink-a-doodle-o and old Johnny Dhu"

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 me old rig-a-doo

"It's good-bye and God be with you," says old Johnny Dhu

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