[00:01.92]There was a tinker lived of late[00:05.47]Who walked the streets of Rye[00:08.64]He bore his pack upon his back[00:12.13]Patches and plugs did cry[00:14.87]O I have brass within my bag[00:18.47]My hammer's full of metal.[00:21.30]And as to skill I well can clout[00:25.19]And mend a broken kettle[00:30.07]A maiden did this tinker meet[00:33.59]And to him boldly say[00:36.72]For sure, my kettle hath much need[00:39.92]If you will pass my way[00:43.31]She took the tinker by the hand[00:46.82]And led him to her door[00:50.27]Says she my kettle I will show[00:53.63]And you can clout it sure[00:56.52]For patching and plugging is his delight[01:02.58]His work goes forward day and night[01:10.05]Fair maid says he[01:11.56]Your kettle's cracked[01:13.19]The cause is plainly told[01:16.23]There hath so many nails been drove[01:19.31]Mine own could not take hold[01:22.40]Says she it hath endured some knocks[01:25.50]and more it may i know[01:28.65]I'm sure a large large nail will hold[01:32.47]If it was struck in so[01:35.16]For patching and plugging is his delight[01:41.42]His work goes forward, day and night[01:49.22]