The Tinker Of Rye lyrics
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.