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The Tippling Old Cobbler.
A TIPPLING old cobler in London did dwell,
In a snug little house nigh the sign of the bell,
And he had a daughter, whose name it was Nanny,
So soft and so lazy she cou’d’nt work any.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
She oft went to service but never could stay,
Her aye took the head-ach ; this did her dismay ;
Till at last a Tambourer, as you may remark,
Gave employment to her, and she dress’d for a spark.
At this trade it is said she did very well,
And few at such handy work could her excel ;
But at scullion, or scodgy, she never could settle.
