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The jolly beggar

It’s of a jolly beggarman came tripping o’er the plain
He came unto a farmer’s door a lodging for to gain
The farmer’s daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin
She say’s : He is a handsome man I pray you take him in

We’ll go no more a roving a roving in the night
We’ll go no more a roving let the moon shine so bright
We’ll go no more a roving

He would not lay within the barne not yet within bire
But he would in the corner lay down by the kitchen fire
And than the baggars bed was made of good clean sheets and hay
nd down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay

We’ll go no more a roving . . .

The farmer’s daughter she got up to bold the kitchen door
and there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor
He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he run
Kind sir, she say’s, be easy now you’ll waking our good man

We’ll go no more a roving . . .

Now you are no beggar you are some gentleman
for you have stolen my madenhead and I am quied undone
I am no Lord I am no squire of beggars I be one
and beggars they are robbers all so you are quied undone

We’ll go no more a roving . . .

She took here bed in both her hands ant threw it at the wall
says go you with the beggarmen my madenhead and all

We’ll go no more a roving . . .