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I am a little beggarman, a begging 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 everybody calls me by the name of Johnny Dhu.
Of all the trades a going, sure the begging is the best For when a
man is tired he can sit him down and rest He can beg for his dinner, he has
nothing else to do But to slip around the corner with his old
rigadoo.
I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn A shocking wet
night it was, but I slept until the dawn There was holes in the roof and
the raindrops coming thru And the rats and the cats were a playing peek a
boo.
Who did I waken but the woman of the house With her white
spotted apron and her calico blouse She began to frighten and I said boo
Sure, don't be afraid at all, it's only Johnny Dhu.
I met a little
girl while a walkin out one day Good morrow little flaxen haired girl, I
did say Good morrow little beggarman and how do you do With your rags
and your tags and your auld rigadoo.
I'll buy a 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 color them with blue And an old fashioned
lady I will make her too.
So all along the high road with my bag upon
my back Over the fields with my bulging heavy sack With holes in my
shoes and my toes a peeping thru Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle with my
auld rigadoo.
O I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
The fire is all raked and now tis out of light For now you've heard the
story of my auld rigadoo So good and God be with you, from auld Johnny Dhu.
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