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 says, He is a handsome man. I pray you take him in.
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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 lie within the barn nor yet within the byre,
But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire.
O then the beggar's bed was made of good clean sheets and hay,
And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay.
Chorus
The farmer's daughter she got up to bolt 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 ran.
Kind sir, she says, be easy now, you'll waken our goodman.
Chorus
Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman,
For you have stolen my maidenhead and I am quite undone.
I am no lord, I am no squire, of beggars I be one,
And beggars they be robbers all, so you re quite undone.
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Midi-Arrangement von Ron Clarke