Hi down, hi derry down.’
“Then he sings again:
‘Last night I took a wife,
And when I first did woo her,
I vowed I’d stick through life
Like cobblers’ wax unto her.
Hi down, derry down down down.’
“Then the figure of a little girl comes in and raps at the door: ‘Mr. Jobson, is my mamma’s slipper done?’ ‘No, miss, it’s not done; but if you’ll call in half-an-hour it shall be well done, for I’ve taken the soles off and put the upper leathers in a pail to soak.’ ‘What, in a pail?’ ‘Yes, my dear, without fail.’ ‘Then you won’t disappint.’ ‘No, my dear, I’d sooner a pot than a pint.’ ‘Then I may depend?’ ‘Yes, and you won’t have it.’ He says this aside, so the girl don’t hear him. Then Jobson begins to sing again. He comes in front and works. You see his lapstone and the hammer going. He begins to sing:
‘’T’other morning for breakfast on bacon and spinnage,
Says I to my wife, ‘I’m going to Greenwich;’