Song (Number 1)

I There was a jolly Cobler Who lived in Boston Town He work'd the Sun into the Sky And then he work'd it down. Chorus With his Bristle and his Jack His peging-awl and Strap And his lap-stone on his Knee Would sing so merily While his hammer on his Stone Went tap, tap, tap. II But he dispised the lazy great As on his bench he sat And thought his Shop a room of State When you co'd'nt swing a Cat. Chorus With his Bristle &c. III One day came a pretty maid And beg'd he'd tap her shoe He brush'd his Bench sat her down Cri'd that I'll quickly do. Chorus With his Bristle &c. IV The next day came the Parson His forehead grim'd with Scowls Two of a Trade can ne'er agree For they both mended Soles. Chorus With his Bristle &c.