THE
Shooe-makers Delight:
Or, A brief Account of their
MANLY ACTS
AND
Warlike Performances.
To the Tune of, The Low-country Souldier.
Licensed according to Order.
Written by RICHARD RIGBY, a Brother of the CRAFT,
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YOu Gentle-Crafts both far and near,
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Unto this pleasant Song give ear,
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The which, in Honour of your Trade,
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Is now for lasting Glory made;
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For never was it known,
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Any Trade but your's alone,
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Related to the Royal Throne:
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Brave Shooe-makers of old,
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Where valiant, stout and bold,
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Right warlike noble Hearts of Gold.
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They live in Roles of lasting Fame,
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The first of which I here shall name,
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Was good Sir Hugh, a worthy Knight,
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Who for a Lady's Beauty bright,
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Did cross the raging Main,
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And when return'd again;
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This Trade alone did him maintain:
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Brave Shooe-makers of old,
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Were valiant, stout and bold,
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Right warlike noble Hearts of Gold.
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Nay, farther still their Fame shall ring,
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Two Brothers, Sons unto a King,
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Crispine and Crispianus who,
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For fear of Death, in private flew
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From their Father's Royal Court,
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As Fame does still report,
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To Shooe-making they did resort,
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And learn'd this Trade of old,
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As we are truely told,
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And prov'd right valiant Hearts of Gold.
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To Feversham they came with care,
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And bound themselves both 'Prentice there;
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Though Princes of a Royal Birth,
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They learn'd this Trade, and liv'd in Mirth:
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Crispianus took his way,
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To see a bloudy Fray;
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But Crispine he at home did stay:
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Brave Shooe-makers of old,
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Where valiant, stout and bold,
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Right warlike noble Hearts of Gold.
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While Crispianus gain'd Renown,
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By hewing warlike Champions down,
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Young Crispine he at home remain'd,
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Where he a Lady's Favour gain'd;
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Her Love had taken root,
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Therefore, without dispute,
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There's none but he could fit her Foot:
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Thus Shooe-makers of old,
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As Chronicles have told,
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Were brave heroick Hearts of Gold.
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Nay, farther yet I will declare,
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Renowned London's brave Lord-mayor,
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Sir Simon Eyre called by Name,
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Was a brave Shooe-maker of Fame:
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What Trade, I pray, beside,
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Was e're so glorify'd
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As Shooe-makers, who has been try'd
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By Feats of Arms of old,
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Both valiant, stout and bold,
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Heroick warlike Hearts of Gold?
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A Shooe-maker has been the Head
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Of a vast Army, which he led
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Like a Renowned General;
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Wherefore this Trade we must extal
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Ever-more, from Age to Age,
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For they'll mount the Warlike Stage,
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And never fearful to engage:
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Thus Shooe-makers of old,
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Where valiant, stout and bold,
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Renowned warlike Hearts of Gold.
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For Quarter-staff, nay, Sword and Spear,
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There's few or none could e're come near
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Renowned Shooe-makers, for they
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Did at those Weapons often play;
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And they were so active grown,
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They would turn their Backs to none:
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Thus famous Shooe-makers alone,
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Were the valiant Men of old,
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Most couragious stout and bold,
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Heroick warlike Hearts of Gold.
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