COBBLER’S SONG, THE

COBBLER’S SONG, THE
Frederic Norton
Oscar Asche
Keith, Prowse & Co. Ltd.; Jos. W. Stern & Co., New York
Chu Chin Chow
Dudley Hardy
From “Chu Chin Chow” by Oscar Asche.

I sit and cobble at slippers and shoon,
From the rise of sun to the set of moon;
Cobble and cobble as best I may,
Cobble all night and cobble all day.
And I sing as I cobble this doleful lay:

The stouter I cobble the less I earn,
For the soles never crack nor the uppers turn,
The better my work, the less my pay,
But work can only be done one way.

And as I cobble with needle and thread,
I judge the world by the way they tread:
Heels worn thick and soles worn thin,
Toes turned out and toes turned in.
There’s food for thought in a sandal skin.

For prince and commoner poor and rich
Stand in need of the cobbler’s stitch.
Why then worry what lies before,
Hangs this life by a thread no more.

I sit and cobble at slippers and shoon,
From the rise of sun to the set of moon;
Cobble and cobble as best I may,
Cobble all night and cobble all day.
And I sing as I cobble this doleful lay:

COBBLER’S SONG, THE