I say it is not the answer to any—much less to one as

Seven years I begged For my old Master Wild, He taught me to beg When I was but a child. And a begging, &c.

I begged for my master, And got him store of pelf; But now, Jove be praised! I'm begging for myself. And a begging, &c.

In a hollow tree I live, and pay no rent; Providence provides for me, And I am well content. And a begging, &c.

Of all the occupations, A beggar's life's the best; For whene'er he's weary, He'll lay him down and rest. And a begging, &c.

I fear no plots against me, I live in open cell; Then who would be a king When beggars live so well? And a begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a begging we will go!

(1) This is the same tune as FORTUNE MY FOE. - See POPULAR MUSIC OF THE OLDEN TIME, p. 162.

(2) This word seems to be used here in the sense of the French verb METTRE, to put, to place.

(3) The stall copies read 'Gamble bold.'