The Little Beggarman(Chords)

	        

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I'm a little beggarman, a begging I have been 
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For three score years in this little isle of green 
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I'm known along the Liffey from the Basin to the Zoo 
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And everybody calls me by the name of Johnny Dhu 

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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 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