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 He will chide you for going idle,

the length of the whole day;

And an iron goose give you to pluck,

in end of drinking tea.

Ho'd your tongue of ny taylor boy,

He'll not do so to me;

For Adam was a taylor

when the world began so free;

For Adam he made aprons

out of the leaves so fine;

So ever since the world began

The tailor trade doth shine.

But if you saw your taylor lad,

when he sits all alone,

You would take him for an ornament,

for legs you can see none:

Like a frog upon a beating stone,

he sits the live long day,

While the Weaver he goes neat and trim,

amongst the ladies gay.

MY daddy is dead and has left me some money,

I’ll dress very fine and look very fancy

I'll buy a fine coach with fine horses to carry me.

Who knows then but some young lady will marry me.

With my puff em, strut em, stride em,

Walk em, run em, ride em tol

With my short coat to ride and my breeches of leather,

I look like a Cockney now cut out of feather,