I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been For fifty years or more in this little isle of green Up to the Liffey and down to Tessague And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Doo Of all the trades of living sure the begging is the best For when man is tired he can sit down and rest Beg for a living, he's got nothing else to do But run around the corner with his old rigado I slept last night in a barn at Currabawn A wet night came on and I slipped through the door Holes in my shoes and the toes peepin' through Singin' skinny-ma-rink-a-doodlum for ould Johnny Dhu I must be gettin' home for it's gettin' late at night The fire's all raked and there isn't any light And now you've heard me story of the old ricadoo It's good-night and God bless you from ould Johnny Dhu