Tono: E
Introducción:
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Of all the trades in England, Beggin' is the best,
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For when a beggar's tired, He can lay him down to rest.
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I got a pocket for me oatmeal, And another for me rye,
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I got a bottle by me side, To drink when I am dry.
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I got patches on me cloak, And a black patch on me knee,
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When you come to take me home, I'll drink as well as thee.
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I got a pocket for me salt, And another for me malt,
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I got a pair of little crutches, You should see how I can halt.
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I've been a-beggin' seven years, With me ol' wooden leg,
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For lame I've been, since I was born, And so I'm forced to beg.
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I sleep beneath an open tree, And there I pay no rent,
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Providence provides for me, And I am well content.
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I fear no plots against me, I live in open cell,
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Who would be a king then, When beggars live so well?
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Of all the trades in England, Beggin' is the best,
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For when a beggar's tired, He can lay him down to rest.