A beggar man, come over the lee, A-lookin' out for charity, A-lookin' out for charity,
Will you lodge a beggar man? Lettle you toad o'er hee.
Don't be the fire, say the old man's hot, He geest his meal p'yogs off his back,
He geest his meal p'yogs off his back, And hey, he lulted and sung,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
Oh lassie, oh lassie, you're too young, You're in the knack of the beggin' tongue,
You're in the knack of the beggin' tongue, And me, me, you're kinda young,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
I'll bend my back and bow my knee, I'll put a black patch on my yee,
And for a beggar they'll duck me, And I'll wobble you all young,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
Early this mornin' the old wife arose, And at her leisure she put on her clothes,
And behind the servant bed she goes to spear, For the sleepier man,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
She gidded the bed where the beggar lay, The stray was callin', he was away,
She clobbered her hands quite well that day, As they're on their gear again,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
The servant gid where the doctor lay, The sheets were callin', she was away,
And fast the good wife she did say, She's a-wha with the beggar man,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
Some rode on horseback and some rode on foot, Ah, but the old wife she was no fat,
She herpled about by hip to hip, And I she cursed and bant,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
When years had passed some twa or three, The same beggar pal come o'er yonder lay,
Sayin' good wife, for you were courtsy, Will you lodge a sleepier man,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
A beggar, a beggar, I'll never lodge again, I had not doth her beteen my hand,
And I wha with the beggar man, she's gone, And I done again whence nor whar,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.
Oh, old wifey, old wifey, what would you gie, For a *** to your gene to see?
A bairn on her back and anither at her knee, And anither at her road, come on him,
Lettle you toad o'er hee.