This is my updated version of a Trad. English folk song. The first two verses are Trad. and the rest I just made up, based on recent BBC reports concerning homelessness, begging and poverty in the UK. Will add dry stems. Lyrics:
BEGGING

Of all the trades in England a beggar is the best
For when a beggar’s tired he can sit him down and rest.

I sleep when I am weary and I heed no factory bell
A man’d be daft to be a king when beggars live so well.

Fight for Queen & Country when the bugle blows for war
When cash runs out & peace breaks out I’m not wanted anymore.

Pushed out by the landlord and pulled up by the Law
Charged under the Vagrancy Act of 1824.

Swept outta the gutter and flushed right down The Tube
Lay me head on a cardboard bed neath the bridge of Waterloo.

I am waning thin while the rich are waxing fat
They got twenty trillion stashed away in unpaid income tax.

Super-rich and super-poor divided by a gap
I fell from favour with me bank and into the poverty trap.

No help from the Minister coz he’s too La-Di-Daa
He’s content to chuck me a cent on his way to the Oper-ra.

Of all the trades in England a beggar is the best
For when a beggar’s tired he can sit him down and rest.