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Plumber I am, and I work for Nor asham'd of my craft tho' a dealer in lead, And men of my calling tho' that they'll May always be found from the cot to throne. The lawyer so grave, with a twang his With his hums and his ha's and his ekes also's, With each knotty point he is searching He'll find that like me he's a dealer in lead. The captain perhaps may desire a glazier, Because his bluff countenance comes from Though he struts in his lace, and swaggers red, Yet his brains like his bullets are nothing Let no loving damsel a plumber despise, For his lead soon will melt at the beam 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.