To the Beggin' I Will Go

Chorus (after each verse): To the beggin' I will go, go To the beggin' I will go O' a' the trades a man can try, the beggin' is the best For when a beggar's weary he can jist sit down and rest First I maun get a meal-pock made out o' leather reed And it will haud twa firlots wi' room for beef and breid Afore that I do gang awa, I'll lat my beard grow strang And for my nails I winna pair, for a beggar wears them lang I'll gang to find some greasy cook and buy frae her a hat Wi' twa-three inches o' a rim, a' glitterin' owre wi' fat Syne I'll gang to a turner and gar him mak a dish And it maun haud three chappins for I cudna dee wi' less I'll gang and seek my quarters before that it grows dark Jist when the guidman's sitting doon and new-hame frae his wark Syne I'll tak out my muckle dish and stap it fu' o' meal And say, "Guidwife, gin ye gie me bree, I winna seek you kail" And maybe the guidman will say, "Puirman, put up your meal You're welcome to your brose the nicht, likewise your breid and kail" If there's a wedding in the toon, I'll airt me to be there And pour my kindest benison upon the winsome pair And some will gie me breid and beef and some will gie me cheese And I'll slip out among the folk and gather up bawbees