[00:01.92]There was a tinker lived of late
[00:05.47]Who walked the streets of Rye
[00:08.64]He bore his pack upon his back
[00:12.13]Patches and plugs did cry
[00:14.87]O I have brass within my bag
[00:18.47]My hammer's full of metal.
[00:21.30]And as to skill I well can clout
[00:25.19]And mend a broken kettle
[00:30.07]A maiden did this tinker meet
[00:33.59]And to him boldly say
[00:36.72]For sure, my kettle hath much need
[00:39.92]If you will pass my way
[00:43.31]She took the tinker by the hand
[00:46.82]And led him to her door
[00:50.27]Says she my kettle I will show
[00:53.63]And you can clout it sure
[00:56.52]For patching and plugging is his delight
[01:02.58]His work goes forward day and night
[01:10.05]Fair maid says he
[01:11.56]Your kettle's cracked
[01:13.19]The cause is plainly told
[01:16.23]There hath so many nails been drove
[01:19.31]Mine own could not take hold
[01:22.40]Says she it hath endured some knocks
[01:25.50]and more it may i know
[01:28.65]I'm sure a large large nail will hold
[01:32.47]If it was struck in so
[01:35.16]For patching and plugging is his delight
[01:41.42]His work goes forward, day and night
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