I stood on that busy street
And I rattled out some tunes
On my tap dancing clogs
And a pair of soup .spoon
I rattled out some fast songs
And I rattled out some slow
I rattled out bonny songs
As I though folk might know
And I placed my cloth cap
There between my feet
And folk threw their money in
And filled it up a treat
And a lass fro the baker's shop
Brought me a fresh balm cake
Full of meat and tart sauces
That the baker do make
I tapped her a few steps
Went down on one knee
Saying oh my bonny lass
If only I were free
And she dropped me a curtsy
Flounced back across the square
Gracing that town street
By just being there
Then Paddy Kelly came and caught me
And marched me to a cold cell
But he let me keep my money
So I did very very well
And I went to the ale house
When he le me out
And I celebrated my freedom
With a glass of cold stout
Then I walked down the road
Rattling out a song
And doing a quick tap dance
As I marched along
