Four Popular Songs (8)/A Cobler There Was

by Anonymous

A COBBLER THERE WAS.

A Cobler there was, and he lived in a stall
Which served him for parlour, for ⟨kitchen⟩ and hall;
No coin in his pocket, nor care in his pal(illegible text)
No ambition had he, nor dues at his gate
Derry down, down, down, derry down (illegible text)

Contented he work'd and he thought, ⟨himself⟩ happy,
If at night he could purchase a jug of ⟨brown⟩ nappy,
How he’d laugh then and whistle, and sing too, most sweet,
Saying, just to a hair I've made both ends to meet.
Derry down, &c.

But love the disturber of high and of low,
That shoots at the peasant as well as the beau,
He shot the poor Cobbler quite through the heart;
I wish he had hit some more ignoble part.
Derry down, &c.

It was from a cellar this archer did play,
Where a buxom young damsel continually lay;
Her eyes shone so bright, when she rose ev'ry day,
That she shot the poor Cobbler quite over the way.
Derry down, &c.

He sung her love songs as he sat at his work,
But she was as hard as a Jew or a Turk;
Whenever he spake she would flounce and fleer,
Which put the poor Cobbler quite into dispair.
Derry down, &c.

He took up his awl that he had in the world,
And to make away with himself he resolv'd;
He pierc'd through his body instead of his sole.
So the Cobbler he died, and the bell it did toll.
Derry down, &c.

And now, in good will, I advise, as a friend,
All Cobblers take warning by this Cobbler's end;
Keep your hearts out of love—for we find by what's past,
That love brings ns all to an end at the last.
Derry down, &c.

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