Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Shoemaker
The Shoemaker
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
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