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I am John the Cobler,
and this is honest Sue:
So pardon us, dear father,
because I tell you true.
If you be John the Cobler,
who had the blinking eye,
You’ve cobl’d me out four-thousand pound
pox on your policy.
The uncle he persuaded him,
and so did all the guests.
The old man fell a-laughing,
and said, I must confess.
That I cannot be angry;
and straight these words did say,
Come call in the fiddler, and let
us be merry all the day.
Let’s drink a health to the Cobler,
and another to honest Sue:
Let every man take off his glass,
without any more a-do.
FINIS.
T. Johnston, Printer, Falkirk.
