A pleasant new Songe
of a joviall Tinker.
To a pleasant new tune, called, Fly Brasse.
|
THere was a joviall Tinker
|
dwelt in the towne of Thurbie,
|
And he could mende a Kettle well,
|
but his humors were but scurvie.
|
Yet still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
|
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke,
|
Roome for a jolly drinker:
|
He would stop one hole, and make two,
|
was not this a joviall Tinker.
|
He was as good a fellow
|
as Smugge, which made much laughter:
|
Full little would you thinke that in his drinke,
|
he would beat both his Wife and Daughter.
|
Yet still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
|
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke,
|
Roome for a lusty drinker:
|
He would stop one hole, and make two,
|
was not this a joviall Tinker.
|
He walked about the Countrey
|
with Pike-staffe and with Budget:
|
Full little would ye wat, when he was drunke as a Rat,
|
how trimly he would trudge it.
|
Yet still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
|
ra ra ring tincke, tincke,
|
TaRome for a lusty drinker:
|
[H]e would stop one hole, and make two,
|
was not this a joviall Tinker.
|
There's none of his profession,
|
was ere so skill'd in Mettle:
|
For he could mende your Frying-pan,
|
your Skellet, and your Kettle.
|
Yet still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
|
Tara ra tincke, tincke,
|
Roome for a lusty drinker:
|
He would stop one hole and make two,
|
was not this a joviall Tinker,
|
Hee'd tosse the jolly Tankard,
|
the Blacke-pot, and the Pitcher:
|
No Ale or Beere for him was deere,
|
to make his Nose the ritcher.
|
Yet still would he cry
|
Tincke, tincke-etc.
|
Hee walked to Fayres and Markets,
|
to furnish his red Nose:
|
And when he was drunke, would beat his Punck
|
and make her pawne her Cloathes.
|
Yet still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke, etc.
|
Who was it durst molest him:
|
his Brasse did him inviron;
|
Sargeants arrest, yet he was blest,
|
for he was bayld with Iron.
|
Yet still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke. etc.
|
|
FINIS.
|
|
|
The Second Part of the joviall Tinker.
To the same tune.
|
ANd now this jolly Tinker,
|
the Country hath forsaken,
|
And with his Packe upon his backe,
|
(to see what may be taken)
|
In London he cryes
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
|
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke:
|
Roome for a jolly drinker,
|
He can stop one hole, and make two,
|
is not this a joviall Tinker.
|
But first about the Citty,
|
this lusty man of Mettle,
|
Doth cry and call to stop a hole,
|
in Skellet, Pan, or Kettle.
|
And still would he cry
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
|
Tara ra ring. etc.
|
I'th Strand I saw him tincking;
|
when straight his eyes he raised,
|
The new Exchange to him was strange,
|
on which he stood and gazed.
|
Then up he went,
|
with tincke, etc.
|
One question'd why he did so:
|
he sayd, to keepe them waking,
|
Least they should sleepe who shops did keepe,
|
they had so little taking.
|
And then away, with
|
Tincke, etc.
|
And as he went downe Fleet-streete,
|
a Lawyer was offended,
|
That he should cry so loude and hie,
|
to have old Kettles mended.
|
Yet still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke. etc.
|
To him this Tinker thus replies,
|
I doe but ply my calling:
|
And you (sayd hee) some time (like mee)
|
will keepe as bad a bawling.
|
And still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke. etc.
|
And still this man of Thurbie,
|
that in his trade was grounded:
|
As he did passe from place to place,
|
his Kettle-drum he sounded.
|
For still would he cry,
|
Tincke, tincke. etc.
|
In Cheapside then full lightly,
|
hee beat upon his Kettle:
|
Where when the Gold he did behold,
|
he wisht it had been such mettle.
|
And nimbly he cryes
|
Tincke, tincke. etc.
|
Then meetes he with the Sow-gelder,
|
that blowes his Horne so finely,
|
(That all about doth cry, Looke out,)
|
and him hee greetes full kindly.
|
Togeather then, with
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
|
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke,
|
What worke heere, cries the Tinker:
|
The Sow-gelder lookt out, lookt out,
|
who was as sound a drinker.
|
Then to an Alehouse hie they,
|
their joviall humors keeping:
|
Where tincke, tincke, tincke, fel hard to drinke,
|
and there I left him sleeping.
|
And when he awakt,
|
Tincke, tincke, tincke. etc.
|
|
FINIS.
|
|
|