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The Tinker's Song*
Have you any work for the tinker, brisk maids? Old brass, old pots, old kettles.
I'll mend 'em all with a tink, terry, tink
and never hurt your chattels.
First let me have but a touch of your ale,
'Twill steel me 'gainst cold weather.
Or tinker's freeze, or vintner's lees,
or tobacco choose you whether.
But of your ale, your nappy ale,
I would I had a firkin.
For I am old, and very, very cold,
and never wear a jerkin.
*collected and transcibed in London, 1667
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Best wishes for the upcoming year
to museum tinkers everywhere.
Dennis