
Date of issue: 30.10.2005
Song language: English
The Tinker of Rye |
A maiden did this tinker meet and to him boldly say |
Oh sure my kettle hath much need, if you will pass my way. |
She took the tinker by the hand and led him to her door. |
Says she, my kettle I will show and you can clout it sure. |
For patching and plugging is his delight |
He hammers away both by day and by night. |
Fair maid says he, your kettle’s cracked, |
The cause is plainly told. |
There hath so many nails been drove, |
That mine own could not take hold |