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