The Melodist/The Done-over Taylor
The Done-over Taylor.
A taylor I was once, as blythe as may be,Until love, alas! most wretched made me.I was once so lusty, I ⟨was call'd Will the Rover⟩,But now I'm a skeleton and fairly done over.
Oft-times, in my shop, I've stood with great pleasure,And cut out my cloth to my customers' measure.With a full yard of cabbage, I then liv'd in clever,But her cruel frowns have almost done me over.
The first time I saw her she was drest out so gayly,I fell into fits, and they troubled me daily;The girls do so jeer me, that I can go no-whereBut they laugh, and gay. There goes the taylor done over.
The next time I saw her pass by my shop-windowMy goose being hot, I burnt a sleeve to a cinder,How cruel she must be, the sight does not move her,I fear these sad fits will one day do me over.
The last time I saw her, she was with a bold Sailor,She laugh'd, and said, There goes the done-over taylor:Goodboy to you stitch-louse, I'm going to Dover,I wish I was dead, for I'm fairly done over.
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