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| XXXIV. | SONG XXXIV. NOTHING LIKE LEATHER. |
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 | The songs of Joseph Mather |  |
SONG XXXIV. NOTHING LIKE LEATHER.
All you that wear breeches, both women and men,
Attend to these verses, the fruit of my pen;
With short introduction my story begins;
For beauty and service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compare
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
Attend to these verses, the fruit of my pen;
With short introduction my story begins;
For beauty and service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compare
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
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The tailor condemns them for sinister ends,
Because neither wages nor cabbage depends;
Thus wronging his conscience he adds to his sins:
The mercer he skits them, I'll tell soon you why,
His craft is in danger, and suffers thereby:
For beauty and service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compaae
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
Because neither wages nor cabbage depends;
Thus wronging his conscience he adds to his sins:
The mercer he skits them, I'll tell soon you why,
His craft is in danger, and suffers thereby:
For beauty and service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compaae
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
Their natural colour (it is no way a lie;)
As black as a raven my skins I can dye,
And colours in fact as the rainbow scarce wins;
The grave or the gay I can equally suit;
Make trial, my story no man will dispute;
For beauty and service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compare
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
As black as a raven my skins I can dye,
And colours in fact as the rainbow scarce wins;
The grave or the gay I can equally suit;
Make trial, my story no man will dispute;
For beauty and service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compare
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
The farmer commends them for wearing like steel,
The traveller likes them because they're genteel,
And sings of their merit wherever he inns;
The Prince when at Wentworth and nobles also,
All made their appearance in neat foreign doe;
For beauty or service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compare
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
The traveller likes them because they're genteel,
And sings of their merit wherever he inns;
The Prince when at Wentworth and nobles also,
All made their appearance in neat foreign doe;
For beauty or service no stuff I declare
Was e'er manufactured that's fit to compare
With doe-leather breeches, the best of two skins.
| The songs of Joseph Mather | |