The Shooe-maker's Triumph:
BEING
A Sound in Praise of the Gentle-Craft, shewing how Royal Princes, Sons of Kings, Lords,
and great Commanders, have been Shooe-makers of old, to the Honour of this ancient Trade;
as it was sung at a General Assembly of Shooe-makers, on the 25th of Octob. 1695, being St. Crispin.
To the Tune of, The Evening Ramble, etc.
Written by RICHARD RIGBEY, a Brother of the Craft.
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I Sing in the Praise of Shooe-markers,
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whose Honour no Person can stain,
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In every Age they dare to Engage,
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and Victory still they did gain;
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No Craft in the World can compare
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with Shooe-making, for I declare,
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Who reads but the Story, will set forth their Glory,
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commending them every-where,
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As Persons of honoured Fame and Renown;
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Then let not their Glory be trampled down.
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Sir Hugh was a Prince and a Lover,
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yet learned the Shooe-making Trade,
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Which yielded Relief, when Sorrow and Grief,
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in Travel, had made him dismaid;
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When he of his Love was deny'd,
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he crossed the Ocean so wide,
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Returning soon after, then with a King's Daughter
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a Glorify'd Martyr he dy'd.
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Thus Shooe-makers have been true Men of Renown,
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Then let not their Glory for ever go down.
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There's Crispine, and brave Crispianus,
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both Brothers, and Sons to a King,
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In Sorrow and Woe, from Court they did go,
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when under a Shooe-maker's Wing
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Protection and Safety they found,
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for 'Prentices straight they were bound;
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Disguised like Strangers, from perilous Dangers,
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this Harbour of Safety they found:
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Thus Princes of honoured Fame and Renown,
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Hath Shooe-makers been, that was Heirs to a Crown.
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Young Crispine he won the fair Daughter
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of Great Maximinus, for who
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Admitted could be, but verily he,
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to draw on fair Ursula's Shooe,
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That honoured Lady of Fame,
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for when to the Palace he came
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He soon was admitted, the Shooes being fitted,
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this Royal Young Beautiful Dame
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Besought him for Marriage, though Heir to the Crown;
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Thus Shooe-makers have been brave Lords of Renown.
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His Brother went forth as a Souldier,
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well arm'd, to the Gallican Shore,
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Where thousands he kill'd; they never beheld
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such conquering Courage before,
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The Work being speedily done,
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and the Enemy forced to run;
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Their General Gallant, Couragious and Valiant,
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was likewise a Shooe-maker's Son:
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Thus loaded with honoured Fame and Renown,
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Then let not brave Shooe-makers Glory go down.
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Sir Simon, Lord-Mayor of fair London,
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he was a Shooe-maker by Trade,
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Who, while he was Major, the Truth to declare,
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a Dinner of Fritters he made,
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Inviting the 'Prentices all,
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who readily came at his Call;
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That Day they were merry, with Bowls of Canary,
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for he from his Word would not fall:
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Thus good Simon Eyre, of Fame and Renown,
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He was a Shooe-maker, and Lord of the Town.
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Thus Valliant and Noble Shooe-makers
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the City and Court did Adorn;
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For Deeds they have done, a Shooe-maker's Son,
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I tell you, he is a Prince born;
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There's no other Trade in the Land,
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had ever such Royal Command,
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For Honour and Glory, then read but the Story,
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then, then you will soon understand,
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That Shooe-makers they have been fam'd for Renown,
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Then let not their Triumph and Honour go down.
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