The Beggar's Chorus IN THE JOVIAL CREW,  

THere was a jovial Beggar  
And had a wooden Legg  
He was lame from his Cradle  
And forced for to beg  
And a begging we will go will go will go  
And a begging I will go.   

A bag for my Oatmeal  
Another for my Rye,  
A little bottle by my side  
To drink when I am a dry,  
And a begging etc.   

A Bag for my wheat  
And another for my Salt,  
A little pair of Crutches  
To the how I can halt,  
and a begging etc.   

A bag for my bread  
Another for my Cheese  
A little Dog to follow me  
To gather what I lose  
and a begging etc.   

To Pimlicoe we'll go  
Where merry we shall be  
And every man with a Can in's hand  
And a Wench upon his knee,  
And a &c   

And when that we're disposed  
We tumble on the grass  
With long patched Coats  
For to hide a pretty Lass  
And a begging we will go will go will go  
And a begging we will go.   

Seven years I served  
My old Master Wild  
Seven years I begged  
Whilst I was but a child,  
And a begging we will go will go, will go,  
And a begging we will go.   

I had the pretty knack  
For to wheedle and to cry  
By young and by old  
Much pitied e'er was I,  
And a etc.   

Fatherless and motherless  
Still was my complaint  
And none that ever saw me  
But took me for a Saint,  
And a etc.   

I begged for my Master  
And got him store of Pelf  
But Jove now be praised  
I do beg for myself  
And &c.   

Within a hollow Tree  
I live and pay no Rent,  
Providence provides for me  
And I am well content.  
And etc.   

I fear no Plots against me  
But live in open Cell  
Why who would be a King  
When a Beggar lives so well,  
And a begging we will go will go will go  
and a begging we will go.    

Printed for J. Clerk at the Horse-shoe in West-Smithfield.