Drunken Shoemaker
| Cerian Cantwr |
Chorus: And it’s no, nay, never. No, nay, never, no more. Will I work before drinking. No, never, no more. Verses: I am a shoemaker. I drink to much booze. And cobble together the strangest of shoes. My sandals are soulless - my clogs have a snout. And they step dance ‘round me with their tongues hanging out. I drank so much whiskey, I could not fall down – But had to make stock for my shop in the town. I wanted the wee folk my cupboards to fill And tried to attract them with fruit of the still. The sidhe came a runnin’ my spirits to slurp - And after imbibin’, let loose such a burp. It rattled the rooftop, knocked tools to the floor. The surly sods cursed and called out for some more. They grabbed up a hammer, some nails, and supplies. And visions of turn shoes then danced in my eyes. I soon saw my folly, I was destitute Have you e’er seen a clog when combined with a boot? The pixies provided a terrible sight. A shoe for a foot that was both left and right. The heels they inverted, by way of default They found inspiration by mash and by malt. I am now hung over. It hurts me to breathe, But more painful still is the shop that I see. The fae did not aid me – they drank all my gin. It’s hard to make sheets when three shoes to the wind. Lyrics © Charles Grab 2017 |
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