Written by Victor Eshameh29 Feb 2020 The Happy Beggar Man Of all traders agoing, begging it is my delight; My rent it is paid and I lay down my bags ev’ry night: I’ll throw away care and take a long staff in my hand, And I’ll flourish each day courageously looking for chance. With my belt round my shoulder and down my bags they do hang; With a push and a joult it’s quickly I’ll have them yoked on; With my horn by my side, likewise my skiver and can; With my staff and long pike to fight the dogs as I gang, Click to complete reading Share this:TweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.