A Jobb for a Journeyman-Shoomaker,
With a Kind-hearted Seamans Wife, his Landlady:
She was his loving Landlady,
And she would well afford
To give him Cloaths and Money too
and also Bed and Board.
To the Tune of, Tom the Taylor.
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A Seamans Wife, a buxome Dame,
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a Shoo-maker did jumble,
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For she was right and fit for Game,
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as good as e're did tumble:
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And he a brisk and bonny Blade,
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no Ranter nor no Quaker,
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But of the Gentle-Craft by Trade,
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a Journey-man Shoo-maker,
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Upon a day it chanced so,
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as she abroad was walking,
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She to the Shoomaker did go,
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to have some serious talking:
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She shew'd him many a pritty toy,
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in Courting and in Billing,
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And called him her only joy,
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to make him kind and willing,
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Thou know'st I am a Seamans Wife,
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thou need'st not fear to venter,
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And we will live a merry life,
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and thou shalt freely enter:
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And when my Husband goes to Sea,
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to raise his own promotion,
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O thee and I will make it flye,
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while he Sails on the Ocean.
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She gave him a new sute of Cloaths,
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two Shirts and other Linnen,
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She also gave him Shooes and Hose,
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this was a good beginning:
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But yet he still was something Coy,
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his Courage waxed colder,
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She stroaked him, and call'd him joy,
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kist him and made him bolder.
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At length he made no more dispute,
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but willingly consented,
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Then gallantly they did go to't,
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and she was well contented:
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My bonny Boy, O here behold,
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thou art my joy and honey,
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Here's fifteen pound for thee in Gold
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thou shalt not want for money.
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She cloath'd him new from top to toe,
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the Shooemaker was jolly,
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Then to the Tavern they did go,
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to drown their Melancholly:
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They called there for store of Wine,
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to make their hearts full merry,
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In Love they past away the time,
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and drank both Sack and Sherry.
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My Love i'le be a Friend to thee,
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I can't forbear to show it,
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Let me enjoy the like of thee,
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what need my Husband know it?
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While he is on the Ocean wide,
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at work for Gold and Treasure,
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My dear thou shalt lye by my side,
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and there enjoy thy pleasure.
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The Shoo-maker was pleas'd at this
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he had both Cloaths and Money,
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The which procured her a kiss,
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more sweet than drops of Honey;
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She was not coy, but call'd him [?]
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her milk-white hand did stroak him,
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To lead the way to Venus sport,
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and by this means provoke him,
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To play with her the other strain,
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for it was her desire,
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The Shoomaker he did complain,
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that he began to tyre:
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But yet she would not let him go,
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O he was forc'd to touze her,
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The Shoo-maker did puff and blow,
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but he at the last did please her.
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They called them for Wine a pace,
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so set their Hearts a soaking,
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And they did bravely suck their face,
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till they fell both a yoaking:
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Thw Wine into their Brains did flow,
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but mark what followed after,
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O they could neither stand nor go,
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which caus'd a deal of Laughter.
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O let them laugh that wins, said she,
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for we will change Embraces,
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My love and I will merry be,
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when no one sees our faces:
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For though my husband sails the Main
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in many a bitter storm Sir,
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Yet when he does return again,
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he shall drink in the Horn Sir.
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