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TOBY BRAD OR, FUNKING THE COBBLER. SWEET ROSE OF YARROW There once was a cobbler by name Toby Brad, Though he lived in a stall yet he didn't live bad, with a tol de rol lol, &c. One night he was mending an old pair of shoes, And helooked very black as if he'd got the blues, For it happen'd to be the next day after Sunday, And snobs, you all know don't like working on Monday. with their fol, &c. Now the leather was tough, and the awl wouldn't pierce, which made Toby Brad look devil- ish fierce, with his fol, & c. He took up his lapstone, & ham- mer'd it out. Then he hammer'd his fingers and that made him shout? As he threw down the work with passion well cramm'd, Crying out 'You may go to Old Nick and be ??, with his fol, &c. In this shocking manner he'd no sooner swore, Than a thundering knocking was heard at the door, With a fol, &c. He shivered and shook from his head to his feet, He was all in a tremble and white as a sheet, For he very well knew and that made him feel queer, If you talk of the Devil he is sure to appear. With his fol, &c. Now Toby had read in the Tales of the Ghostes, Now devils in smoke rise behind you bedpostes, with his fol, &c. As he was thinking a cloud then arose. And the smoke it all got up the cobbler's nose, And he said to himself, though a- fraid to be joking, If this is the devil, I'll swear he's been smoking. With a fol, &c Then he shivered and quivered and fell on his knees, Crying out,' Mr. Nick, go away, if you please, With your fol, &c. He took out his bible, which alway s was by him, He thought while he'd that, that Old Nick daren't come nigh him, Then eagerly over his shoulder he stares, Then he bobbed back his head, and got saying his prayers With a fol,&c. I never yet harmed child, woman, or man, I haven't got drunk since teetotal- ing began, With a fol, &c. I ne'er stole a penny from any man's purse, I ne'er cut a throat, tho' I might have done worse, I ne'er told a lie in the whole of my life, Nor I never seduced any other mans wife. With a fol, &c. Then the cobbler began to confess all his sins, Then he made an endeavour to stand on his pins, with my fol, &c, And when by degrees he at length stood upright, He was just like a ghost,so dread- fully white. That he tried hard to look, tho' he did it with pain, When a voice cried, 'Hollo !' and he went down again. with his fol, &c. Now as he lay on the ground nearly dead, A thought very suddenly came in his head, with his fol &c. He took up his hammer which was by his side, Which over his shoulder at Old Nick he shied But as no Nick was there, the un- fortunate ass, Only sent the great hammet throgh six squares of glass with a fol, &c. Now Toby jumped up nearly frightened to death, And cut out of his stall, ne'er stop- ing for breath, with a fol, &c. He oft looked behind, to see if be was follow'd, Some charity boys then arter him halloed He'd heard 'em before, and he knew by their shout, It was only them beggars been funking him out. With his fol, &c. SWEET ROSE of YARROW
THE morning broke in blushes e'er me. As up the sunny hills I stray'd A beautious form appeared before me, When thus I spoke the lovely maid. Sweet maid, ah, wither dost thou roam ? Thine eye is cupid's piercing arrow; Thy name?ah, prythee, tell me, love ! She said, they call me Rose at Yarrow. Be mine, sweet maid, and fond I'll cherish, Those blooming charms have won my heart, And sooner, dearest, would I perish, Than one pang to thes impart. She blush'd con ented, the village peel, (morrow, Rang for our nuptials on the And blest for ever do I feel, Possess'd of thee, sweet Rose of Yarrow.
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1880-1900 shelfmark: RB.m.143(022)
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