Clout the Ca'dron
There was a lady fair and she lo'd a gentleman
and she could not get him when she would but took him now and then
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She wrote to him a letter and seal'd it with a ring
she bad him become a tinkler before any other thing
O when this merry gentleman this letter he did read
he got his budget on his back his apron on with speed
With bag and baggage on his back and budget in his apron
a long pyk staff into his hand like to his occupation
His bonny face was smother'd black that he should not be known
a leatheron wallet on his back his breeches rent and torn
His hammers and his pincers so well's they did agree
and he like a lusty tinkler came louping o'er the lee
Till he came to the ladys gate to knock he did not spare
the porter he came to the gate who knocks so rudly there
I am a tinkler to my trade I work for meat & fee
have ye any broken pots or pans pray bring them down to me
whe she beheld his countenance then she began to wink
rise up my lusty butler and give my tinkler drink
'Tis give him drink as we do drink & meat as we do use
I never saw a tinkler good offers to refuse
When he had eat & drunk his fill the truth of it was so
She took the tinkler by the hand his work to him to show
She took him by the hand & she led him in the dark
but he wou'd not ca' a nail to her down off a hundred mark
She took the hammer in her hand and she began to strike
to let her weded lord to know the tinkler was at wark
Strike on strike on tinkler she says strike on & dinna slack
for there is not a tinkler in all the land has such a stiddy stock
it is a steddy stock madam I must needs confess
I never did get such a heat upon a ca'drons arse
She went into the room her husband for to tell
but did not tell him any thing that in the dark befel
He is a gallant tinkler but he is wonder dear
he takes ha'f a mark for every nail the truth if you will hear
it haf a mark for evry nail, and fourty for the ca'ing
by my faith then says the lord I'd better buy a new one
When he went into the room his money for to fetch
before that he came back again she got the other touch
Now when the tinkler took his leave she bad him not need sending
for there's not a month in all the year but our ca'dron will need mending
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