The Last Dying Speech, and Travels, of William Walker/Chapter 3
THE PLUMBER.
A Plumber I am, and I work for ⟨my bread,⟩
Nor 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 ⟨noise⟩
With his hums and his ha's and his ekes ⟨and⟩ also's,
With each knotty point he is searching ⟨his head,⟩
He'll find that like me he's a dealer in lead.
The captain perhaps may desire 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 loving 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.
FINIS.
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