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THE SCISSORS GRINDER.
“Scissors to grind! Scissors and knives!
Send out your scissors, ye thrifty housewives!”
Send out your scissors, ye thrifty housewives!”
Tinkle! linkle! goes the bell!
He will grind them bright and well,
Well to clip the broidery thread,
Or the curls, that grace y'r head—
“There my lady! look at those!”
Tinkle! linkle! on he goes.
He will grind them bright and well,
Well to clip the broidery thread,
Or the curls, that grace y'r head—
“There my lady! look at those!”
Tinkle! linkle! on he goes.
No one likes a dull knife, or pair of scissors. The man, therefore, who goes round with his small grindstone, striking a bell, has many a customer. The grindstone is turned by a lathe, worked with the foot, and the knife or scissors being thus soon sharpened, the sixpence or shilling is as quickly earned.
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