A pleasant new Songe of a iouiall Tinker.
To a pleasant new tune, called, Fly Brasse.
There was a iouiall Tinker
dwelt in the towne of Thurbie,
And he could mende a Kettle well,
but his humors were but scuruie.
Yet still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke,
Roome for a iolly drinker:
He would stop one hole, and make two,
was not this a iouiall Tinker.
He was as good a fellow
as Smugge, which made much laughter:
Full little would you thinke that in his drinke,
he would beat both his Wife and Daughter.
Yet still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke,
Roome for a lusty drinker:
He would stop one hole, and make two,
was not this a iouiall Tinker.
He walked about the Countrey
with Pike-staffe and with Budget:
Full litle would ye wat, when he was drunke as a Rat,
how trimly he would trudge it.
Yet still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
[...]ra ra ring tincke, tincke,
Rome for a lusty drinker:
[...]e would stop one hole, and make two,
was not this a iouiall Tinker.
There's none of his profession,
was ere so skill'd in Mettle:
For he could mende your Frying-pan,
your Skellet, and your Kettle.
Yet still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
Tara ra tincke, tincke,
Roome for a lusty drinker:
He would stop one hole and make two,
was not this a iouiall Tinker,
Hee'd tosse the iolly Tankard,
the Blacke-pot, and the Pitcher:
No Ale or Beere for him was deere,
to make his Nose the ritcher.
Yet still would he cry
Tincke, tincke-&c.
Hee walked to Fayres and Markets,
to furnish his red Nose:
And when he was drunke, would beat his Punck
and make her pawne her Cloathes.
Yet still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke, &c.
Who was it durst molest him:
his Brasse did him inuiron;
Sargeants arrest, yet he was blest,
for he was bayld with Iron.
Yet still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke, tincke. &c.
FINIS.
The Second Part of the iouiall Tinker.
To the same tune.
ANd now this iolly Tinker,
the Country hath forsaken,
And with his Packe vpon his backe,
(to see what may be taken)
In London he cryes
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke:
Roome for a iolly drinker,
He can stop one hole, and make two,
is not this a iouiall Tinker.
But first about the Citty,
this lusty man of Mettle,
Doth cry and call to stop a hole,
and Skellet, Pan, or Kettle.
And still would he cry
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
Tara ra ring. &c.
I'th Strand I saw him tincking;
when straight his eyes he raised,
The new Exchange to him was strange,
on which he stood and gazed.
Then vp he went,
with tincke, &c.
One question'd why he did so▪
he sayd, to keepe them waking,
Least they should sleepe who shops did keepe,
they had so little taking.
And then away, with
Tincke, &c.
And as he went downe Fleet-streete,
a Lawyer was offended,
That he should cry so loude and hie,
to haue old Kettles mended,
Yet still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke. &c.
To him this Tinker thus replies,
I doe but ply my calling:
And you (sayd hee) some time (like mee)
will keepe as bad a bawling.
And still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke. &c.
And still this man of Thurbie,
that in his trade was grounded:
As he did passe from place to place,
his Kettle-drum he sounded.
For still would he cry,
Tincke, tincke. &c.
In Cheapside then full lightly,
hee beat vpon his Kettle:
Where when the Gold he did behold,
he wisht it had been such mettle.
And nimbly he cryes
Tincke, tincke. &c.
Then meetes he with the Sow-gelder,
the blowes his Horne so finely,
(That all about doth cry, Looke out,)
and him hee greetes full kindly.
Togeather then, with
Tincke, tincke, tincke,
Tara ra ring tincke, tincke,
What worke heere, cries the Tinker:
The Sow-gelder lookt out, lookt out,
who was as sound a drinker.
Then to an Alehouse hie they,
their iouiall humors keeping:
Where tincke, tincke, tincke, fel hard to drinke,
and there I left him sleeping.
And when he awakt,
Tincke, tincke, tincke. &c.
FINIS.
Imprinted at London for I. Tr [...]dle.