Classic Poem

My mother sent us to the school
To learn to be a stocking knitter,
But Aa was young and played the fool
And married wi' a shoemakker.
Shoemakker, leather-cracker,
Wi' all his stinking dirty water,
Aa wish a thousand deaths Aa'd died,
Ere Aa'd wed a shoemakker.

His hands are like a cuddy's houghs,
His face is like the high-lowed leather.
His ears are like I don't know what,
His hair is like a bunch o' heather.
Shoemakker, leather-cracker,
Stinking kit and rotten leather.
Aa wish a thousand deaths Aa'd died,
Ere Aa'd wed a shoemakker.

He sent me for a pint of wine,
And Aa brought him a pint of watter,
But he played me as good a trick,
He made my shoes o' rotten leather.
Shoemakker, leather-strapper,
Three rows of rotten leather,
Balls of wax and stinking watter,
Who would have a shoemakker?