Ye Tailor
Reading edition
Ye Tailor on his lowly bench He stitcheth all ye day. From morn till night his needle plies On clothes both grave and gay. Ye greatcoat for ye village squire, Ye judge’s smallclothes fine, Ye trainband captain’s uniform That doth with splendor shine. Ye tailor works in great content, He is a happy man, No clothes are yet constructed On ye Ready-fitted Plan.
