FROM A TANNER
Though I’m a Tanner by my trade,
Yet, Valentine, don’t be afraid,
Tho’ often hides I tan, ’tis true,
I ne’er will tan the hide of you:
The bark and lime that’s in the pit,
May tan the outside of my wit,
And keep my heart quite stout for you
Much more than other trades can do;
Besides, mine is a useful trade,
Since, without me, no shoes are made;
Then let your heart to me incline,
And I am, with love, your Valentine.