The Shoemaker My mother sent me to the school, To learn to be a stocking-knitter, But I went wrang and play'd the fule, And married with a shoemaker. Shoemaker, leather cracker, With all his stinking, dirty water, I wish a thousand deaths I'd died Ere I had wed a shoemaker. His hands are like a cuddy's houghs, His face is like the high-lowed leather, His ears are like I don't know what, His hair is like a bunch of heather. Shoemaker, Leather cracker, Stinking kit and rotten leather, I wish a thousand deaths I had died Ere I had wed a shoemaker. He sent me for a pint of wine. And I brought him a pint o' water, But he played be as good a trick He made my shoe's o' rotten leather, Shoemaker leather strapper, Three rows o' rotten leather, Balls o' wax and stinking water, Who would have a shoemaker? CB oct00
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