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The night being dark and very cold, A woman took pity on a
poor soul. She took pity on a poor old soul And asked him to come
in.
Chorus With a tooroo, rooroo, rantin hi, A tooroo,
rooroo, rantin hi, Tooroo, rooroo rantin hi, And hi for the beggarman.
He sat him down in a chimney nook; He hung his coat up on a hook.
He hung his coat up on a hook, And merrily he did
sing.
Chorus
In the middle of the night the old woman
rose; She missed the beggarman and all his clothes. She clapped and
clapped and clapped again, Says, "He has my daughter
gone!"
Chorus
Three long years have passed and gone,
When this old man came back again, Asking for a charity: "Would you
lodge a beggarman?"
Chorus
"I never lodged any but the
one, And with that one me daughter's gone, With that one me daughter's
gone So merrily you may gang."
Chorus
"Would you like
to see your daughter now, With two babies on her knee, With two babies
on her knee And another coming on?"
Chorus
"For
yonder she sits and yonder she stands, The finest lady in all the land;
Servants there at her command Since she went with the
beggarman."
Chorus
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