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There was a jolly beggarman came trippin'
o're the plains
he came unto a farmer's door a lodgin' for to gain
the farmer's daughter she came doen and viewed him cheeck from chin
"Father he's a handsome lad, I pray you take him in"
We'll go no more a rovin', a rovin' in the night
we'll go no more a rovin' lad, the moon it shines so bright
we'll go no more a rovin'
he would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre
but he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire
and so the beggar's bed was made with good clean sheets and hay
and down beside kithen fire, the jolly beggar lay
We'll go no more a rovin' .
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the farmer's daughter she came down to bolt the kitchen door
and there she saw the beggar standin' naked on the floor
he took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran
"Kind sir" she said, "be easy now you'll waken our good man!"
We'll go no more a rovin' .
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"And so you are no beggarman you are some gentleman.
For ye have stole me maidenhead and I am quite undone"
"I am no Lord I am no Squire, a beggar's heart you've won.
And Beggars they be robbers all, so you are quite undone!"
We'll go no more a rovin' .
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