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Cobbler Oh, me name is Dick Darby I'm a cobbler, I served me time at old Camp, Some call me an old agitator, but now I'm resolved to repent. CHORUS: With me ing twing of an ing thing of an I-day, With me ing twing of an ing thing of an I-day, With me roo boo boo roo boo boo randy, And me lap-stone keeps beating away. Now my lather was hung for sheep stealing, my mother was burned for a witch. My sister's a dandy housekeeper, and I'm a mechanical switch.
Ah, its forty long years I have travelled all by the contents of me pack. Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers, I carry them all on me back. Oh. My wife she is humpy, Shes lumpy, my wife she's the devil, she's black. And no matter what I may do with her, her tongue it goes clickety clack. It was early one line summer's morning, a little before it was day I dipped her three times in the river, and carelessly bade her 'Good day!'
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