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The Song Book
The cobbler he sits cobbling till noon,
And cobbleth his shoes till they be done : Cho.Yet doth he not fear, and so doth say,
For he knows his work will soon decay.
The merchant-man doth sail on the seas, And lie on the ship board with little ease : Cho. Always in doubt the rock is near,
How can he be merry and make good cheer ?
The husbandman all day goeth to plough, And when he comes home he serveth his sow : Cho.He moileth, and moileth, all the long year,
How can he be merry and make good cheer ?
The serving man waiteth from street to street, With blowing his nails and beating his feet: Cho. And serveth for forty shillings a year,
That 'tis impossible to make good cheer.
Who liveth so merry and maketh such sport, As those that be of the poorest sort ? Cho.The poorest sort, wheresoever they be,
They gather together, by one, two, and three.
And every man will spend his penny,
What makes such a show among a great many ?
Erom Deuteromelia, 1609. |
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