They say nine tailors makes a man,
But do without them they never can,
The host of the Journeymen Tailors.
For indebted to their work ’tis clear,
Is kings and dukes, and lords and peers,
They are wanted here, and wanted there,
And all they want is to play fair.
And they must get it, these men of stitches,
Or what shall we do for coats and breeches,
We must black and go naked, or hide in ditches