Our friend replied with bated breath—
“’Brellas to mend.”
“Oh, stay,” the daughter said, “and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast;
Why should’st thou from our presence fly?”
This was the tinker’s sad reply—
“’Brellas to mend.”
“Beware the stern blue-coated man—
Beware the falling chimney-can;”
Such was the landlord’s parting word,