Busker

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 thought 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 let 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