Room for a Jovial Tinker, Old Brass to mend.  

OR, Here is a Tinker full of Mettle,  
The which can mend, pot, pan, or Kettle;  
For stoping of holes is his delight,  
His work goes forward day and night:  
If there be any Woman brave,  
Whose Couldrons need of mending have;  
sand for this Tinker, ne'er deny him,  
He'l do your work well if you try him:  
A proof of him, I'll forthwith show,  
'Cause you his workmanship may know.   
The Tune is, Behold the man, &c.  
 

IT was a Lady of the North,  
she loved a Gentleman,  
And knew not well what course to take,  
to use him now and then;  
Wherefore she writ a Letter,  
and sealed it with her hand,  
And bid him be a Tinker,  
to mend both pot and Pan:  

With a hey ho hey derry derry down,  
with hey trey down down derry,    

And when this merry Gentleman,  
the Letter he did red,  
He got a Budget on his back,  
and Apron with all speed:  
His pretty shears and pinters,  
so well they did agree,  
With a long Pike st●ff upon his neck,,  
came triping o'er the Lee:  

With a hey, &c.    

When he came to the Ladies house,  
he knocked at the gate,  
Then answered this Lady gay,  
who knocketh there so late?  
'tis I Madam the Tinker said,  
I work for Gold and Fee,  
If y' have any broken Pots and Pans,  
then bring them all to me:  

With a hey, &c.    

I Am the bravest Tinker,  
that liveth beneath the Sun  
If you have any Work to do,  
you shall have it well done:  
I have brass within my Budget,  
and punching under my Apron,  
I'm come unto your Ladyship,  
and mean to mend your Cauldron.  

With a hey ho hey derry derry down,  
with a hey trey down down derry,    

I prethes said the Lady gay,  
bring now thy Budget in,  
I have store of work for thee to do,  
if thou wilt once begin.  
Now when the Tinker he came in,  
that did the Budget bear,  
God bless, quoth he, your Ladyship,  
God bless you Madam fair,  

With a hey, &c.    

But when the Lady knew his face,  
she then began to wink,  
Hast lusty Butler then, quoth she,  
to fetch the man some drink,  
Give h m some meat as we do eat,  
and drink as we do use,  
It is not for a Tinkers trade,  
good liquour to refuse.  

With a hey, &c.    

But when that he had eat and drunk,  
the truth of all is so,  
The Lady took, him by the sleeve,  
her Work to him to show,  
Set up thy tools Tinker, quoth she,  
and see there be none lost,  
And mend! he Kettle handsomely,  
what e're it doth me cost,  

With a hey, &c.    

Your Work Madam shall be well done,  
if you will pay me for't,  
For every nail that I do drive,  
you shall give me a mark:  
If I do not drive the nail to'th head,  
I'll have nothing for my pain,  
And what I receive of you,  
shall be return'd again.  

With a hey, &c    

At last being come into the room,  
where he the Work should do,  
The Lady lay down on the bed,  
so did the Tinker too.  
The Tinker did his work full well,  
the Lady was not offended,  
But before that she rose from the bed,  
her Cauldron was well mended.  

With a hey, &c.    

But when his Work was at an end,  
which he d●d in the dark,  
She put h●r hand into her purse,  
and gave him twenty mark,  
Here's money for thy Word, said,  
and I thank thee for thy pain:  
And when my Cauldron mending lacks,  
I'll sand for thee again.  

With a hey, &c.    

The Tinker he was well content,  
for that which he had done,  
So took his Budget on his back,  
and quickly he was gone,  
Then the Lady to her Husband went,  
O my dear quoth she,  
I have set the bravest Tinker at Work,  
that ever you did see.  

With a hey, &c.    

No fault at all this Tinker hath  
but he takes dear for his Work:  
That little time that he wrought here  
it cost me twenty mark.  
If you had been so wise quoth he,  
for to have held your own,  
Before you set him to his Work,  
the price you might have known.  

With a hey, &c.    

Pray hold your peace my Lord, qd. she,  
I think it not to dear,  
If you coold do't so well, twould save  
you forty pound a year,  
With that the Lord most lovingly,  
to make all things amends,  
He kindly kist his Lady gay,  
and so they both were friends,  

With a hey, &c.    

You merry Tinkers every one,  
that bear this new made Sonnet,  
W●en as y●u do a Ladies Work,  
b● sure you think upon it.  
Drive home your nails unto the head,  
and do your Work profoundly  
And then no doubt your Mistresses,  
will pay you for it soundly,  

With a hey, &c.     

Printed for M. coals, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. clerk, W. Thackeray and T. passenger.