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And a-begging we will go. A bag for his wheat, Another for his rye, And a little bottle by his side, To drink when he's a-dry. And a-begging we will go, Will go, will go, And a-begging we will go. Seven years I begg'd For my old master Wilde, He taught me how to beg When I was but a child. And a-begging we will go, Will go, will go, And a-begging we will go. I begg'd for my master, And got him store of pelf, But goodness now be praised, I'm begging for myself. And a-begging we will go, Will go, will go, And a-begging we will go. In a hollow tree I live, and pay no rent, Providence provides for me, And I am well content. And a-begging we will go, Will go, will go, And a-begging we will go. Of all the occupations A beggar's is the best, For whenever he's a-weary, He can lay him down to rest. And a-begging we will go, Will go, will go, And a-begging we will go. I fear no plots against me, I live in open cell: Then who would be a king, lads, When the beggar lives so well? And a-begging we will go, Will go, will go, And a-begging we will go. _Old Song_ LXXIII _BISHOP HATTO_ The summer and autumn had been so wet That in winter the corn was growing yet; 'Twas a piteous sight to see all around The grain lie rotting on the ground. Every day the starving poor Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door, For he had a plentiful last year's store, And all the neighbourhood could tell His granaries were furnish'd well. At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day To quiet the poor without delay; He bade them to his great barn repair, And they should have food for the winter there. Rejoiced such tidings good to hear, The poor folk flock'd from far and near; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door; And while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn and burnt them all. 'I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!' quoth he, 'And the country is greatly obliged to me, For ridding it in these times forlorn Of rats, that only
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