(Traditional - Arr. GBS)      Well, I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been   For three score or more in the little isle of green   All over the Liffey and down to Segue   I'm known by the name of auld Johnny Dhu       Of all the trades a going, begging is the best   When a man gets tired he can sit down and rest   Singin' for his supper when there's nothing else to do   When I come around the corner with me old rigadoo       I went to a barn, went down to Currabawn   Got down on the floor and I slept till the dawn   Holes in the roof and the rain seeping thru   Me toes froze together in me little beggar shoes       Buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie   A nice old lady you will find by and by   Buy a pair of leggings and I'll color them blue   For a foxy old lady I'll make her too       I met a little flaxen haired girl one day   Good morning little flaxen haired girl, I did say   Good morning little beggarman how do you do   With your bags and your rags and your auld rigadoo       Who should I waken but the woman of the house   With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse   She began to frighten so I said boo   Sure, don't be afraid, it's only Johnny Dhu       Over the road with me pack on me back   Over all the fields with me big heavy sack   Over the hills with the moon peeking through   Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle on me auld rigadoo       I must be going to bed, it's getting late at night   The fire is all out, so out goes the light   Now you've heard the story of the auld rigadoo   So good night and God be with you, this is auld Johnny Dhu