My Bootman

My Bootman by JDS

1

The bootman whom I patronise
    Is Philp, of Milnathort.--
And mant a time I've made him rise
    And given him boots to start.

2

He often has so much to do
    He works till twelve at night.
He makes our footwear look like new--
    Renewed, and strong, and bright!

3

Oft have I waited in his shop,
    And watched him at his art:
No sooner does he one pair stop,
    Than others he must start!

4

And all the while his hammer chops
    He talks on many things.--
Till I forget of nails and caps,
    Of toe-plates and heel-rings!

5

I've tried some cobblers, far and near;
    Some dear; some very slow:
But none of them were ever near
    As good as he! Oh, no!

James D. Sharp (April 1938)

Although I never knew the author of the above poem, it holds a special place in my heart as the bootman in question, Phil[i]p, of Milnathort, is my grandfather, David Morrison Philip.


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