Thro’ the strike of the Journeymen Tailors.
Now the tailors are of ancient date,
Believe it’s true, what I now state,
And I’ll tell you the time if you’ll only wait
When the world was first blessed with a tailor
The first there was, tho’ I never see’d him,
Had his workshop in the garden of Eden,
And I tell you he was not a green ’un,
Tho’ he grew lots of cabbage to feed on;
He stitched away when the world began,