It’s of a jolly beggarman came tripping o’er the plain
He came unto a farmer’s door a lodging for to gain
The farmer’s daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin
She says: “He is a handsome man, I pray you take him in”
Chorus.
We’ll go no more aroving, aroving in the night
We’ll go no more aroving, let the moon shine so bright
We’ll go no more aroving
He would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre
But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire
Oh then the beggar’s bed was made of good clean sheets and hay
And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay
The farmer’s daughter she got up to bolt the kitchen door
And there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor
He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran
Kind sir” she says “Be easy now, you’ll waken our good man
She lay as still as any mouse as if she had been dead
The beggar he jumped in with her and he stole her maid head
Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman,
For you have stolen my maidenhead and I am quite undone
I am no lord, I am no squire, of beggars I be one,
And beggars they be robbers all, so you are quite undone
She took her bed in both her hands and threw it at the wall
Says “Go ye with the beggarman, my maidenhead and all!