Room for a Joviall Tinker old Brass to mend;
OR,
Here is a Tinker full of mettle
The which can mend pot pan or Kettle,
For stopping of holes is his delight
His work goes forward day and night
If there be any women brave,
whose Coldrons need of mending have
Send for this Tinker nere deny him
Hel do your work well if you try him.
A proof of him Ile forthwith show
Cause you his workmanship may know
The tune is; Behold the man, etc.
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IT was a Lady of the North,
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she lovd a Gentleman.
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And knew not well what course to take
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to use him now and than,
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Wherefore she writ a Letter,
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and seald it with her hand,
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And bid him be a Tinker
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to mend both pot and pan.
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with a hey ho hey derry derry down
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with hey trey down down derry.
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And when the merry Gentleman
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the Letter he did read,
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He got a budget on his back
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and Apron with all speed,
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His pretty shears and pincers
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so well they did agree,
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With a long pike staff upon his back
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came tripping ore the Lee.
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with a hey, etc.
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When he came to the Ladyes house,
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he knocked at the gate,
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Then answered this Lady gay
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who knocketh there so late?
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Tis I Madam the Tinker said,
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I work for gold and fee.
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If you have any broken pots or pans
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come bring them all to me,
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with a hey, etc,
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I am the bravest Tinker
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that lives beneath the Sun,
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If you have any work to do
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you shall have it well done.
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I have brasse within my budget.
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and punching under my Apron,
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Im come unto your Ladyship
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and mean to mend your Coldron.
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with hey.
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I prethee said the Lady gay.
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bring now thy budget in,
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I have store of work for thee to do
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if thou wilt once begin,
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Now when the Tinker he came in
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that did the budget bear,
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God blesse quoth he your Ladyship
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God save you Madam fair.
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with hey etc.
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But when the Lady knew his face,
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she then began to wink,
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Hast lusty Butler then quoth she,
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to fetch the man some drink.
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Give him such meat as we do eat,
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and drink as we do use,
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It is not for a Tinkers Trad[e]
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good liquor to refuse.
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with hey ho hey derry derry down
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with hey tre down down derry.
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BUt when that he had eat and drunk
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the truth of all is so,
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The Lady took him by the sleeve
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her work to him to show.
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Set up thy Tools Tinker quoth she
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and see there be none lost,
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And mend my Kittle handsomely
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what ere it doth me cost.
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with hey, etc.
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Your work Madam shall be well done
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if you will pay me fort,
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For every nayl that I do drive
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you shall give me a mark.
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If I do not drive the nayl to th head
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Ile have nothing for my pain
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And what I do receive of you,
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shall be returnd again.
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with hey, etc.
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At last being come into the Room
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where he the work should do
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The Lady lay down on the bed
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so did the Tinker too:
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Although the Tinker knockt amain
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the Lady was not offended,
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But before that she rose from the bed
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her Coldron was well mended
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with hey, etc.
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But when his work was at an end
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wh[i]ch he did in the dark
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She put her hand into her purse,
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and gave him twenty mark.
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Heres mony for thy work said she
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and I thank thee for thy pain,
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And when my Coldron mending lacks
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Ile send for thee again.
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with hey, etc.
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The Tinker he was well content
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for that which he had done,
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So took his budget on his back
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and quickly he was gone.
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Then the Lady to her husband went
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O my dear Lord quoth she
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I have set the bravest Tinker at work
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that ever you did see.
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with hey, etc.
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No fault at all this Tinker hath
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but he takes dear for his work,
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That little time that he wrought here
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it cost me twenty mark
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If you had bin so wise quoth he
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for to have held your own,
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Before you set him to his work
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the price you might have known
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with hey, etc.
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Pray hold your peace my Lord quoth she
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and think it not too dear,
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If you could doot so well twould save
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you forty pound a year.
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With that the Lord most lovingly
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to make all things amends,
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He kindly kist his Lady gay
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and so they both were friends.
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with hey, etc.
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You merry Tinkers every one
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that hear this new made Sonnet
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When as you do a Ladies work
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be sure you think upon it,
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Drive home your nayls to the very head
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and do your work prefoundly.
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And then no doubt your Mistresses
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will pay you for it soundly.
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with hey etc.
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