STRAY VERSE.
THE SONCx OF THE TINKER
(By May Bvrou.) I am a man of pot and pan, I am a lad of mettle; My tent I pitch by the wayside ditch To mend your can and kettle; While town-bred folk bear a year-long yoke Among their feeble fellows, I clink and clank on the hedgerow bank, And blow mv snoring bellows.
1 loved a lass with hair like brass, And eyes like a brazier glowing ; Bui the female crew, what they will do, I swear is past all knowing; She flung her cap at a ploughman chap. And a fool I needs must think her, Who left for an oaf the mug and loaf And the snug little tent of a tinker.
But clank and clang, let women go hang, And who shall care a fardeu P With the solder strong or a laugh and a song My mind I'll heak and harden. My ways I'll wend, and the pots I'll mend, For gaffer and for gammer, And drive my cart with a earelecs heart, And sit by the road and hammer!
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Gisborne Times, Volume XXXV, Issue 3828, 10 May 1913, Page 3
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183STRAY VERSE. Gisborne Times, Volume XXXV, Issue 3828, 10 May 1913, Page 3
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