Of all the trades in England the beggin' is the best

For when a beggar's tired, he can lay him down and rest



And a-beggin' I will go-o-o

And a-beggin' I will go



I got on the train in Carlisle they kicked me out in Crewe

I slept on every paving-stone from there to Waterloo



I got breakfast off the Embankment I got my lunch and tea

And only the finest cardboard made a home that was fit for me



We sit on the stair at Leicester Square from 7 o'clock till ten

Then round the back of the Connaught House for dinner from out of a bin