A Truthful Song
THE BRICKLAYER:
I tell this tale, which is strictly true, just by way of convincing you How very little since things were made Things have altered in the building trade.
A year ago, come the middle o' March, We was building flats near the Marble Arch, When a thin young man with coal-black hair Came up to watch us working there.
The young man kindly answered them: 'It might be Lot or Methusalem, Or it might be Moses (a man I hate), Whereas it is Pharaoh surnamed the Great.
'Your glazing is new and your plumbing's strange, But other-wise I perceive no change, And in less than a month, if you do as I bid, I'd learn you to build me a Pyramid.'
THE SAILOR:
In Blackwall Basin yesterday A China barque re-fitting lay, When a fat old man with snow-white hair Came up to watch us working there.
Now there wasn't a knot which the riggers knew But the old man made it--and better too; Nor there wasn't a sheet, or a lift, or a brace, But the old man knew its lead and place.
Then up and spake the caulkyers bold, Which was packing the pump in the after-hold: 'Since you with us have made so free, Will you kindly tell what your name might be?'
'Your wheel is new and your pumps are strange, But otherwise I perceive no change, And in less than a week, if she did not ground, I'd sail this hooker the wide world round!'
BOTH: We tell these tales, which are strictest true, etc.