Near the Sign of the Bell

      Liv'd Jobson and Nell

      And cobbling of Shoes was his trade

      They agreed very well

      The neighbors did tell

      For he was a funny old blade.

      But Jobson loved whiskey

      Which made him so friskey

      His noddle when once it got in

      That frolick he must

      And kick up a dust

      For his customers cared not a pin.

      The Parson did send

      His Shoes for to mend

      To take him on Sunday to Church

      But Jobson he swore

      He would cobble no more

      Tho' the people where left in the lurch.

      Poor Nell then began

      To persuade her good man