Beer enough

I'd just as soon be a beggar as a king
And i'll tell you the reason why,
A king can't swagger not drink like a beggar
Or be half as happy as I.

Chorus
Let the back and the sides go bare, my boys,
Let the hands and the feet grow cold
But give to the belly boys beer enough,
Whether it be new or old.

I've sixpence in my pocket and i've worked hard for that,
Landlord, here it is,
There's never any turk shall make me work,
While the begging's as good as this.

Chorus

Somtimes we lie like hogs in a sty,
Lots of straw on the ground,
Sometimes eat a crust that's been rolled in the dust,
And be thankful if that can be found.

Sometimes we call on a noble man's hall 
And beg for bread 'n' beer
Sometimes we are blind, sometimes we are lame,
Sometimes too deaf too hear.

Traditional? - fairport