122 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. [part i. 



gars-bush created King of their corporation, was 

 that night to lodge at an ale-house, called Catch- 

 her-by-thc-way, not far from Walt ham- Cross, and in 

 the high-road towards London ; and he therefore 

 desired them to spend no more time ahout that and 

 such-like questions, but to refer all to father Clause 

 at night, for he was an upright judge, and in the 

 mean time draw cuts what song should he next 

 sung, and who should sing it. They all agreed to 

 the motion, and the lot fell to her that was the 

 youngest, and veriest virgin of the company, and 

 she sung Frank Davison's song, which he made forty 

 years ago ; and all the others of the company joined 

 to sing the burthen with her. The ditty was this ; 

 but first the burthen. 



Bright shines the sun, play Beggars, play, 

 Here's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



What noise of viols is so sweet 



As when our merry clappers ring ? 

 What mirth doth ivant when Beggars meet ? 



A Beggar's life is for a king : 

 Eat, drink, and play ; sleep when we list, 

 Go where we will, — so stocks be mist. 



Bright shines the sun, play Beggars, play, 



Here's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



The world is our's and our's alone 



For we alone have world at will ; 

 We purchase not, all is our own, 



Both fields and streets we Beggars fill : 



