Fiddler's Green - Little Beggarman lyrics
[Fiddler's Green - Little Beggarman lyrics]
I am a little beggarman and
Beggin I have been
For three score years in this
Little isle of green
I'm known along the Liffey from
The basin to the zoo
And I'm known by the name
Of the Bold Johnnie Dhu
My brother called "The Jolly Beggar"
Tripped over the plain
He comes unto the farmer's doors
A lodging for a gain
Sometimes the farmers' daughter views
Him cheek and chin
And calls him a handsome man and takes him in
Of all trades a going sure
The begging is the best
For when a man is tired he
Can sit down and rest
He begs for his dinner
He has nothing else to do
But to slip around the corner
With his old rigadoo
I slept last night in a barn in Currabawn
T' was a shocking wet night but
I slept until the dawn
Holes in a roof and the rain coming through
And the rats and the cats
Were all playing peek-a boo
Oh, when I was awaken by
The woman of the house
With her white spotted apron and
Her fine gingham blouse
She began to frighten
All I said was: "Boo" don't be afraid
'cause it's only Johnny Dhu
I met a little flaxen haired girl on day
"Good morning
Little flaxen haired girl" I did say
"Good morning, little beggarman
And how do you do
With your rags and your tags
And your old rigadoo?"
"I'll buy pair of leggins and
A collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll
Go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles
And I'll colour them blue
And an old-fashioned lady I will make her too
So all along the highroad with
My bag upon my back and over the fields with
My heavy bulging sack holes in my shoes and
The toes peeping through
Singing "Skin ma-link-a dooddle" with
My old rigadoo oh, I must be gone to bed now
For it's getting late at night
The fire's all raked and
There isn't any light
For now you've heard the story
Of my old rigadoo
So good night and God be with
You from old Johnny Dhu
Beggin I have been
For three score years in this
Little isle of green
I'm known along the Liffey from
The basin to the zoo
And I'm known by the name
Of the Bold Johnnie Dhu
My brother called "The Jolly Beggar"
Tripped over the plain
He comes unto the farmer's doors
A lodging for a gain
Sometimes the farmers' daughter views
Him cheek and chin
And calls him a handsome man and takes him in
Of all trades a going sure
The begging is the best
For when a man is tired he
Can sit down and rest
He begs for his dinner
He has nothing else to do
But to slip around the corner
With his old rigadoo
I slept last night in a barn in Currabawn
T' was a shocking wet night but
I slept until the dawn
Holes in a roof and the rain coming through
And the rats and the cats
Were all playing peek-a boo
Oh, when I was awaken by
The woman of the house
With her white spotted apron and
Her fine gingham blouse
She began to frighten
All I said was: "Boo" don't be afraid
'cause it's only Johnny Dhu
I met a little flaxen haired girl on day
"Good morning
Little flaxen haired girl" I did say
"Good morning, little beggarman
And how do you do
With your rags and your tags
And your old rigadoo?"
"I'll buy pair of leggins and
A collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll
Go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles
And I'll colour them blue
And an old-fashioned lady I will make her too
So all along the highroad with
My bag upon my back and over the fields with
My heavy bulging sack holes in my shoes and
The toes peeping through
Singing "Skin ma-link-a dooddle" with
My old rigadoo oh, I must be gone to bed now
For it's getting late at night
The fire's all raked and
There isn't any light
For now you've heard the story
Of my old rigadoo
So good night and God be with
You from old Johnny Dhu