Hey diddle-le die-dee doo died le-le deedle didle daa…
I am a little beggarman, a-begging I have been I've been three score years in this little isle of green I'm known from the Liffey down to Segue And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trades that's goin' now, sure beggin' is the best Ah for when a man is tired he can sit down and rest Begging for his dinner, he has nothing else to do Only cut around the corner with his old rigadoo
Diddly didely diddle-le die-dee doo died le-le deedle didle daa…
I slept in a barn, down at Currabawn A wet night came on and I slept 'till the dawn With holes in the roof and the rain coming through And the rats and the cats, they were playing peek-a-boo. And who should awaken but the woman of the house With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse She began to frighten and I said “Boo! Arrah, don't be afraid ma'am, it's only Johnny Dhu.”
Hey diddle-le die-dee doo died le-le deedle didle daa…
I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day “Good morrow, little flaxy-haired girl,” I did say. “Good morrow, little beggarman, and how do you do Wi' your rags and your bags and your old rigadoo?” “I'll buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie And a nice young lady I'll fetch bye and bye I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll colour them blue And an old-fashioned lady I will make her too.”
Over the road with my pack on my back Over the fields with my great heavy sack With holes in me shoes and me toes peeping through Singing, “Skinny-ma-rink-a-doodelum with old Johnny Dhu.” I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night And the fire's all raked and out goes the light. So now you've heard the story of my old rigadoo “It's goodbye and God be with you,” says old Johnny Dhu
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