Mistaken lady's garland, or, The squire cheated/The Plumber

The PLUMBER.

A Plumber I am, and I work for my bread,
Not asham’d of my craft tho’ a dealer in lead,
And men of my calling, tho’ that they’ll not own,
May always be found from the cot to the throne.

⁠The lawyer so grave, with a twang in his nose,
With his hums and his ha’s, and his ekes and also’s;
With each knotty point he is scratching his head,
He’ll find that like me he’s a dealer in lead.

⁠The captain perhaps may despise a poor glazier,
Because his bluff countenance comes from the brazier,
Though he struts in his lace, and swaggers in red,
Yet his brains like his bullets are nothing but lead.

⁠Let no lovely damsel a plumber despise,
For his lead soon will melt at the beam of 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.