And there's a Jolly Tinker that loves a bonny Lass, Who trudges up and down to mend old Brass; With his long smutty Punch to force holes withal, _Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall_, &c. And there is another old _Tom Terrah_, Who up and down the City drives his Barrow; To sell his Fruit both great and small, _Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall_, &c. And there is the Blind and Lame, with a Wooden Leg, Who up and down the City they forced are to beg Some Crumbs of Comfort, the which are but small, _Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall_, &c. And there's a gang of Wenches who Oysters sell, And Powder _Moll_ with her sweet smell; She trudges up and down with Powder and Ball, _Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall_, &c. And there's the jovial Girls with their Milking-Pails, Who trudge up and down with their Draggle Tails: Flip flapping at their Heels for Custom they call, _Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall_, &c. 'Tis these are the Gang who take great Pain, And it is those who do me maintain; But when it blows and rains I do pity them all, _To see them trudge about while I am in my Stall_, &c. And there's many more who slave and toil, Their living to get, but it is not worth while, To mention them, so I'll sing in my Stall, _I am the happiest Mortal, Mortal of them all,_ _All, all, I am the happiest Mortal, Mortal of them all._ _The Merchant and the Fidler's_ WIFE. [Music] It was a Rich Merchant Man, That had both Ship and all; And he would cross the salt Seas, Tho' his cunning it was but small. The Fidler and his Wife, They being nigh at hand; Would needs go sail along with him, From _Dover_ unto _Scotland_. The Fidler's Wife look'd brisk, Which made the Merchant smile; He made no doubt to bring it about, The Fidler to beguile. Is this thy Wife the Merchant said, She looks like an honest Spouse; Ay that she is, the Fidler said, That ever trod on Shoes. Thy Confidence is very great, The Merchant then did say; If thou a Wager darest to bet, I'll tell thee what I will lay. I'll lay my Ship against thy Fiddle, And all my Venture too; So _Peggy_ may gang along with me, My Cabin for to View. If she continues one Hour with me, Thy true and constant Wife; Then shalt thou have my Ship and be, A Merchant all thy Life. The Fidler was content, He Danc'd and Leap'd for joy; And twang'd his Fiddle in merriment, For _Peggy_ he thought was Coy. Then _Peggy_ she went along, His Cabin for to View; And after her the Merchant-Man, Did follow, we found it true. When they were once together, The Fidler was afraid; For he crep'd near in pitious fear, And thus to _Peggy_ he said. Hold out, sweet _Peggy_ hold out, For the space of two half Hours; If thou hold out, I make no doubt, But the Ship and Goods are ours.