Lyrics:

The Beggar
Steeleye Span


I'd rather be a beggar than a king
Tell you the reason why
A king can't swagger, nor drink like a beggar
Nor be half so happy as I

Let the back and sides go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old

Sometimes we call at a rich man's hall
To beg for bread and beer
Sometimes we're lame, sometimes we're blind
Sometimes too deaf to hear

Let the back and sides go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old

Sometimes we lie like hogs in the sty
In a flock of straw on the ground
Sometimes eat a crust that's rolled in the dust
And are thankful it can be found

Let the back and sides go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old