Show THE MERRY BRITISH BEGGAR I 1 brave the day I 1 brave the night I 1 throw my sorrows to the ind and try to leep a cheerful mind although my coat ial thin and blit although my hilt Is i at because I 1 sha ed the outer nm to try and leep it smooth and trim I 1 laugh and sing and v hittle too when I 1 have wind enough to spare but in the sharp and frosty air my breath comes short my nose turns bli my fingers freeze and my poor knees would knock together did they dare but still I 1 keep a jaunty air when bread ia scarce and shelter poor I 1 watch the sparrows and 1 say 1 I only w ant a meal a day and if they turn me from the door I 1 tramp for n ecks and dodge the beaks and with no money for a bed I 1 try an archway or a shed I 1 brave the day I 1 bava the night I 1 throw my sorrows to the wind wise to keep a cheerful mind and screw your courage tor the and so kiad sir in case yon err none nina F layard in Lonen ians |