Catches, canons and drinking songs
We travel ev'ry street, on the Soles of our Feet, without Hoops upon our Shoulders, we jolly Traders meet, we jolly Traders meet. Our adds sticks in our Girdle, our Drivers in our hand, and thus we ask the Fair Maids how tite their Vessels, how tite their Vessels, stand, and if a Lass proves Leaky tis known we soon can Hoop her, which done yet still we loudly cry, work for the Cooper, any work for the Cooper.