The Little Beggarman

I am a little beggarman a beggin' I have been

For three score or more in this little Isle of Green

I'm known from the Liffey, down to Segue

I'm known by the name of old Johnny Dhu

Of all the trades that's goin sure beggin' is the best

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

Beg for his dinner he has nothin' else to do

Only cut around the corner with his old rigadoo

I slept in a barn way down at Currabawn

A wet night came on and I slept until the dawn

With holes in the roof and the rain coming through

The rats and the cats they were playing peekaboo

When who should awaken but the woman of the house

With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse

She began to frighten and I said "Boo!

Arrah 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, a-how do you do

With your rags and your bags and your old rigadoo?"

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

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

I'll buy a pair of goggles and colour them blue

And and old-fashioned lady, I will make her too"

Over the road 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-ma-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 rigadoo

"It's goodbye and God be with you", said old Johnny Dhu