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Title
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Jobbing mason
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Singer
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Long, Mr.
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I thank my friends who hitherto
Have patronised me, and will do
By moderate charging, zeal and skill,
Whate'er I can do to please them still;
And parties who may honour me
With future orders shall agree,
Though much and various, ne'ertheless,
I can do all that I profess.
Verse 2
All kinds of mason's work I do -
Build walls, set grates, and ovens too;
Church organs put in good repair
And contract for them by the year,
Write rhymes, can mend your pot or kettle,
Teach Hullack's singing, play the fiddle,
Do tiling - stone tile, pan or blue -
Grind pen knives, razors, scissors too.
Verse 3
Tune the piano am grave stone cutter,
Mend umbrellas, sign boards letter,
Do turner's work with whirling lathe,
Repair old books, cut hair, and shave.
Musical instruments I'll repair,
Of any sort, with greatest care;
Mend jewellery - rings, pins or brooches -
Understand cleaning clocks or watches.
Verse 4
I do paper hanging, whitewashing too,
And colouring of any hue,
Beer engines fix and keep in repair,
By the job, or contract, for the year,
Can fix false teeth, plait hair and set it,
Neat and cheap in ring or locket;
Cement and cramp, neat and secure,
China, glass, or any ware;
Verse 5
Do plasterer's work, make picture frames,
And scores of jobs with such queer names,
That I can't now put into rhyme,
Though perhaps I may another time,
If I've named one thing I'm not equal to,
Let them that think so give me that to do.
