Bill Smith was a tailor, a \u2018prentice he\u2019d been<\/p>\n
whose work was as perfect as ever was seen<\/p>\n
he knew how to build up a front and to press<\/p>\n
a frock coat, a morning coat, lounge, or a dress<\/p>\n
for full forty years at the trade he had worked<\/p>\n
and during that period no job he had shirked<\/p>\n
but one fact his conscience continually mocked<\/p>\n
he\u2019d not made a job yet that couldn\u2019t be cocked!<\/p>\n
chorus: fol-de-rol-liddle-lol; fol-de-rol-lay; more collar-ology every day!<\/p>\n
said Smith: \u201cNow this frock coat I\u2019m starting to make<\/p>\n
will be absolutely perfection I\u2019ll stake;<\/p>\n
every point will be studied, the collar fit clean, <\/p>\n
the edges I\u2019ll prick with a fifteen between.\u201d <\/p>\n
the fronts then he molded artistic and true<\/p>\n
he pinked it so much that his shopmates turned blue<\/p>\n
a penny an hour were his earnings if clocked<\/p>\n
on this wonderful garment that couldn\u2019t be cocked.<\/p>\n
chorus: fol-de-rol-liddle-lol; fol-de-rol-lay; no collar-ology encore I\u2019ll say<\/p>\n
the words that gave them a most terrible shock<\/p>\n
were \u201cI ordered a lounge and you\u2019ve made me a frock.\u201d<\/p>\n
fol-de-rol-liddle-lol; the theme of my song: no matter what happens the journeyman is wrong!<\/p>\n
~ as told in Nothing but the Best<\/em> by Thomas Girtin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"