I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
                                    For three score years in this little isle of green
                                    I'm known along the Liffey from the Basin to the Zoo
                                    And everybody calls me by the name of Johnny Dhu.
                                    Of all the trades a going, sure the begging is the best
                                    For when a man is tired he can sit him down and rest
                                    He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
                                    But to slip around the corner with his old rigadoo.
                                    
                                    I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn
                                    A shocking wet night it was, but I slept until the dawn
                                    There was holes in the roof and the raindrops coming thru
                                    And the rats and the cats were a playing peek a boo.
                                    
                                    Who did I waken but the woman of the house
                                    With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse
                                    She began to frighten and I said boo
                                    Sure, don't be afraid at all, it's only Johnny Dhu.
                                    
                                    I met a little girl while a walkin out one day
                                    Good morrow little flaxen haired girl, I did say
                                    Good morrow little beggarman and how do you do
                                    With your rags and your tags and your auld rigadoo.
                                    
                                    I'll buy a pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
                                    And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
                                    I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them with blue
                                    And an old fashioned lady I will make her too.
                                    
                                    So all along the high road with my bag upon my back
                                    Over the fields with my bulging heavy sack
                                    With holes in my shoes and my toes a peeping thru
                                    Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle with my auld rigadoo.
                                    
                                    O I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
                                    The fire is all raked and now tis out of light
                                    For now you've heard the story of my auld rigadoo
                                    So good and God be with you, from auld Johnny Dhu.