The Beggarman


There once was a man, and for beggin' he was bound
To my Right Fol the lol and me dandy, O
He rapped upon a door about a mile outside of town
O my toora loora loora loora dandy, O.

The lady she got up for to bar up the door,
To my Right Fol the lol and me dandy, O
The beggarman he grabbed her and he rolled her on the floor.
O my toora loora loora loora dandy, O.

The lady she got up about an hour before the day
To my Right Fol the lol and me dandy, O
For to try and catch the beggarman before he got away.
O my toora loora loora loora dandy, O.

"Oh beggarman, oh beggarman, oh what might be your name?"
To my Right Fol the lol and me dandy, O
"So that when my baby's born I can call him the same."
O my toora loora loora loora dandy, O.

"Oh, when your baby's born, you can dandle it on your knee"
To my Right Fol the lol and me dandy, O
"You can call it Davy Jones, or the Duke of Aberdeen."
O my toora loora loora loora dandy, O.

"But if you were a right girl as I took ye for to be,"
To my Right Fol the lol and me dandy, O
"You'd be sitting in your carriage, riding down the road wi' me."
O my toora loora loora loora dandy, O.

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