Was all I got in answer,
As on he trudged: I rightly judged
The stare said, 'Where I can, sir.'
I ask'd him if he'd take a whiff
Of 'bacco; he acceded;
He grew communicative too,
(A pipe was all he needed,)
Till of the tinker's life, I think,
I knew as much as he did.
'I loiter down by thorp and town,