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THE PLUMBER.

A Plumber I am, and I work for my bread,
Nor asham'd of my craft tho' a dealer in lead,
And men of my calling tho' that they'll not own
May always be found from the cot to the throne.
The lawyer so grave, with a twang in his noise
With his hums and his ha's and his ekes and also's,
With each knotty point he is searching his head,
He'll find that like me he's a dealer in lead.
The captain perhaps may desire a poor glazier,
Because his bluff countenance comes from the brazier
Though he struts in his lace, and swaggers in red,
Yet his brains like his bullets are nothing but lead
Let no loving damsel a plumber despise,
For his lead soon will melt at the beam of her eyes,
And be brisk as quicksilver when she finds him in bed
Though all the day long he's a dealer in lead
And be, &c.

FINIS.

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