The Glory of the Gentle-Craft, Or, A Brief account of the Valiant
SHOOMAKERS
Who presented themselves to His Majesty King William of England, in order to serve him
against his Enemies. Tune is, Touch of the Times.
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A LL you that the Gentle-Craft does profess,
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Your Courage and Valour I needs must express;
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So many brave Spirits amongst you do Reign,
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Who freely will venter our Rights to maintain:
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And proffer their Service like Souldiers of sense,
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To fight in the Church and the Kingdoms defence;
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In order to put all our Foes to the flight,
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Brave Shooe-makers ever were willing to Fight.
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As soon as they hear but the Whispers of War,
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The Shoo-makers they are the first that repair,
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To proffer their Service to fight for the King,
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And this to their Calling much credit does bring:
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They throw by their stirrups, their Awls and their Knives
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And like valiant Souldiers they'll venter their lives;
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The wrongs of the Nation in order to right,
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brave Shoomakers always were ready to fight.
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In Ages of old we of Shooe-makers Read,
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How gallantly they did in Weapons proceed;
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Each Journey-man kept Quarter-staff, Sword and Spear
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And like a true Soldier would often appear:
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Your Courage no Calling could ever run down,
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They'll venter their Lives in defence of the Crown;
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True Valour and Courage is all their Delight,
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Brave Shooe-makers always were willing to Fight.
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Their Fame is Recorded for what they have done,
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And yet greater hazards they'r willing to run,
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Because they know this it is in a good Cause,
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To fight for Religion, our Lives and our Laws;
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They need not be Prest who are willing to go,
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To fight for their King, and prove Romes overthrow,
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True valour and courage is all their delight,
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brave Shoo-makers always were willing to fight.
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There's brave Crispianus the Son of a Prince,
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Became a Shoomaker and Souldier of sense,
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He fought like a valliant brave Hero in France,
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For which his great King then did strive to advance
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His lost decay'd Honour then as a Reward,
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He gained the same by his conquering Sword;
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And thus in all Ages our wrongs they wou'd right,
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Brave Shoo-makers always were ready to fight.
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They are not possest with a Cowardly fear,
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Like those that endeavour to march in the rear,
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They proffer themselves in the front of the fray,
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And make no great question of winning the day;
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With Courage they labour to Conquer Romes Train,
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That they may ne'er trouble this Nation again;
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Their Tools shall be turned to Armour so bright,
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brave Shoo-makers ever were willing to fight.
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They see that poor Ireland lies in distress,
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Their Courage commands them their Lives to express,
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And therefore in hundreds together they meet,
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And tender their Service at King William's feet,
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All being resolved his Rights to maintain,
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To make him a happy and prosperous Reign;
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A Protestant King is the Nations delight,
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And therefore brave Shoo-makers willingly fight.
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To Conquer Tyrconnel 's grand Cowardly crew,
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They proffer to raise up a thousand or two,
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Brave boys that will fear not the face of a Foe,
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But fight till they've laid all their Enemies low,
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In order to pull down Romes insolent pride,
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Their courage and valour has often been try'd;
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The Weapons of warfare has been their delight,
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brave Shoo-makers ever were willing to fight.
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