Journeyman Tailors Three journeyman tailors rode up to an inn And called for the landlord to let them in On the Rhine, on the Rhine Their pockets were empty, their throats were dry And each of the tailors did send up a cry For wine, for wine Sir Landlord, Sir Landlord, we've been round the world And the things we've seen would Make your hair come uncurled On the Rhine, on the Rhine Now each one of us has a magical trick We'll show you our magic and bring you good luck For wine, for wine Come in said the landlord and opened his doors If your magic is good my cellar is yours On the Rhine, on the Rhine But if you do lie as I think me so I'll plant you head downwards and see how you grow 'Stead of wine, 'stead of wine The first tailor then took a needle of steel With a sunbeam he threaded it neat as an eel On the Rhine, on the Rhine He picked up a glass that was broken in three And he sowed it together as neet as could be For wine, for wine The first one sat down and the second arose And he seized a mosquito that flew past his nose On the Rhine, on the Rhine Well the poor little beast had a cold in his chest Before it could sneeze, he had made it a vest For wine, for wine The third tailor said, ``You've seen nothing at all.'' And he buried the needle point deep in the wall On the Rhine, on the Rhine He flew back and forth through the needle's eye If I hadn't seen it, I'd say,``It's a lie.'' For wine, for wine Sir Tailors, Sir Tailors, your magic is great I promised you wine and I'll not make you wait On the Rhine, on the Rhine He picked up a thimble of wine from his vat All right you magicians, now get drunk on that For wine, for wine The tailors were angry, the tailors did roar They nailed the innkeeper's ears to the door On the Rhine, on the Rhine They mounted their horses and rode away And the innkeeper's ears hang there to this day For wine, for wine see also Benjamin Bowmaneer BR
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