The 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, it’s 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, She’s 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!'