Tom Padget

Well of all the trades going

'Tis begging the tight

I take great delight

For my rent is all paid as

When I lay my bags down for the night

And my rent is all paid as

When I take a long stick in my hand

And at night I will please

The fair maidens as best as I can

When I walked all the day

Till I came to some rich farm house

And I knocked on the door

Like some poor fool left lately without

Without eating or drinking

For twenty long hours and more

And I said

Kind madam will you pray for

And remember the poor

If it's alms that you want

You will get them old man she said

But before she gave pennies

She ran to her mother upstairs crying

Mammy oh Mammy

There is a strange man in the hall

Stay close to your chamber

But for I fear he will ravish us all

Well her mother did scuff her

And called her a silly young fool

To take any such notion against

About a poor man at the door

For his clothes were all ragged

And his britches torn behind and before

And his doldrums hung down

A good fourteen long inches or more

Tom Paget she said

Why don't you go

And work for your bread

To some rich farmer

And be decently clothed and fed

But to plough and sow

Madam I'm afraid I have but little skill

But I'll plough the small furrow

That lies at the foot of your hill

Tom Paget she said

If you and I could but agree

Then I'd make you the steward

Over all of my lands for to be

And we'd eat at one table

And we'd sleep on a soft bed of down

If I could but have you

Tom Paget of Killaloe town

Well of all the trades going

'Tis begging that I take great delight

For my rent is all paid as

When I lay my bags down for the night

And my rent is all paid as

When I take a long stick in my hand

And at night I will please

The fair maidens as best as I can