“I bought the cloth, little Master mine,
From the merchant who sells it, coarse and fine.
I cut it out with my shears so bright,
And with needle and thread I sewed it tight.”
“Merchant, merchant, tell me true,
Where did you get the cloth so blue?”
“The cloth was made, little Master mine,
Of woollen threads so soft and fine.
The weaver wove them together for me;
With loom and shuttle his trade plies he.”