The Beggar.


'Twas evening, when adown the glen.
A beggar came with glee;
His heart was light, his eye was bright,
His step was bold and free;
And he danc'd a merry measure,
To his rollick roundelay;
Oh! a beggar's life is pleasure,
For he works not night nor day.

The beggar laugh'd the beggar quaff's,
And many a jest he told;
The miller swore, he ne'er before
Such beggar did behold;
The mother filled his can,
While the daughter smil'd, as he,
Did toast her as the lovliest lasa,
That eyes did ever see.

Let Father's toil, let Mother's moil,
Let daughters milk the kine,
What lord can boast so brave a host
Of servants as are mine?
The world is my wide mansion!
Mankind my servants be,
And many a lady in the land,
Would live and beg with me.

Now all is still within the mill,
Even the good wife's tongue:
And 'sleep but two, you may guess who
Or vainly I have sung.


The beggar cast his rags,
Her lover Mary spied,
The miller lost a daughter,
And the hunter gain'd a bride.