 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
YE TAILYOR-MAN.
A CONTEMPLATIVE BALLAD.
Right jollie is ye tailyor-man,
As annie man may be;
And all ye daye upon ye benche
He worketh merrilie.
As annie man may be;
And all ye daye upon ye benche
He worketh merrilie.
And oft ye while in pleasante wise
He coileth up his lymbes,
He singeth songs ye like whereof
Are not in Watts his hymns.
He coileth up his lymbes,
He singeth songs ye like whereof
Are not in Watts his hymns.
And yet he toileth all ye while
His merrie catches rolle;
As true unto ye needle as
Ye needle to ye pole.
His merrie catches rolle;
As true unto ye needle as
Ye needle to ye pole.
What cares ye valiant tailyor-man
For all ye cowarde feares?
Against ye scissors of ye Fates
He pointes his mightie shears.
For all ye cowarde feares?
Against ye scissors of ye Fates
He pointes his mightie shears.
He heedeth not ye anciente jests
That witlesse sinners use;
What feareth ye bolde tailyor-man
Ye hissinge of a goose?
That witlesse sinners use;
What feareth ye bolde tailyor-man
Ye hissinge of a goose?
He pulleth at ye busie threade,
To feede his lovinge wife
And eke his childe; for unto them
It is ye threade of life.
To feede his lovinge wife
And eke his childe; for unto them
It is ye threade of life.
He cutteth well ye riche man's coate,
And with unseemlie pride
He sees ye little waiscoate in
Ye cabbage bye his side.
And with unseemlie pride
He sees ye little waiscoate in
Ye cabbage bye his side.
Meanwhile ye tailyor-man his wife,
To labor nothinge loth,
Sits bye with readie hande to baste
Ye urchin and ye cloth.
To labor nothinge loth,
Sits bye with readie hande to baste
Ye urchin and ye cloth.
Full happie is ye tailyor-man,
Yet is he often tried,
Lest he, from fullnesse of ye dimes,
Wax wanton in his pride.
Yet is he often tried,
Lest he, from fullnesse of ye dimes,
Wax wanton in his pride.
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Full happie is ye tailyor-man,
And yet he hath a foe,
A cunninge enemie that none
So well as tailyors knowe.
And yet he hath a foe,
A cunninge enemie that none
So well as tailyors knowe.
It is ye slipperie customer
Who goes his wicked wayes,
And weares ye tailyor-man his coate
But never, never payes!
Who goes his wicked wayes,
And weares ye tailyor-man his coate
But never, never payes!
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