Paul Giovanni and Gary Carpenter - The Maiden And The Tinker

There was a tinker lived of late,
Who walked the streets of Rye
He bore his pack upon his back,
Patches and plugs did cry
Oh I have brass within my bag,
My hammer's full of metal
And as to skill I will come out
And mend a broken kettle.

A maiden did this tinker meet
And to him boldly say
Oh sure my kettle hath much need,
If you will pass my way
She took the tinker by the hand
And led him to her door
Says she, my kettle I will show
And you can clout it sure
For patching and plugging is his delight
He hammers away both by day and by night
Fair maid says he, your kettle's cracked,
The cause is plainly told
There hath so many nails been drove,
That mine own could not take hold