I'd rather be a beggar than a king
Tell you the reason why:
A king can't swagger, nor drink like a beggar,
Nor be half so happy as I.
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Sometimes we call at a rich man's hall
To beg for bread and beer.
Sometimes we're lame, sometimes we're blind,
Sometimes too deaf to hear.
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old.
Sometimes we lie like hogs in a sty
In a flock of straw on the ground
Sometimes eat a crust that's rolled in the dust
And are thankful it can be found.
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend you
And the spirits that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons defend you
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken
Nor travel from yourselves with me
Abroad to beg your bacon
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Tell you the reason why:
A king can't swagger, nor drink like a beggar,
Nor be half so happy as I.
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Sometimes we call at a rich man's hall
To beg for bread and beer.
Sometimes we're lame, sometimes we're blind,
Sometimes too deaf to hear.
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old.
Sometimes we lie like hogs in a sty
In a flock of straw on the ground
Sometimes eat a crust that's rolled in the dust
And are thankful it can be found.
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend you
And the spirits that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons defend you
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken
Nor travel from yourselves with me
Abroad to beg your bacon
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Let the back and side go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old