[119.]There was a jovial Beggar,
he had a wooden Leg,
Lame from his Cradle,
and forced for to Beg;
And a Begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go,
And a Begging we will go.
A Bag for my Oatmeal,
another for my Salt,
A little pair of Crutches,
to see how I can halt;