The Tinker of Rye

[Verse 1 - Lord Summerisle]
There was a tinker lived of late, who walked the streets of Rye
He bore his pack upon his back, patches and plugs did cry
"Oh, I have brass within my bag, my hammer's full of metal
And as to skill, I well can clout and mend a broken kettle"

[Verse 2 - Miss Rose]
A maiden did this tinker meet, and to him boldly say
"For sure my kettle hath much need, if you will pass my way"
She took the tinker by the hand and led him to her door
Says she, "My kettle I will show, and you can clout it sure"

[Chorus - Both]
For patching and plugging is his delight
[Only Lord Summerisle]
His work goes forward, day and night

[Verse 3 - Lord Summerisle]
"Fair maid," says he, "your kettle's cracked, the cause is plainly told:
Thеre hath so many nails been drove mine own could not takе hold"

[Verse 4 - Miss Rose]
Says she, "It hath endured some knocks, and more it may, I know
I’m sure a large, large nail will hold if it was struck in so"

[Chorus - Only Miss Rose]
For patching and plugging is his delight
His work goes forward, day and night