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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357731" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 9 - Long John, The Snob</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357731" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Long John McDougal, the wax-end and leather man,<br>Solon of the main street, full of curious lore,<br>Keen-eyed and frugal, politician, weather man,<br>Pegging there, or stitching by his shop front door;<br>Keen-eyed and frugal, Long John McDougal<br>Talked as he toiled there, or harked to others' woes,<br>With his tousled old grey head and steel-rimmed spectacles,<br>His old steel spectacles perched on the end of his nose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357731" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Long John the leather man: boots, bridles any a thing<br>Fashioned out of leather, could his wise hands mend.<br>'Cease your foolish blether, man! For I have cobbled many a thing <br>Cobbled it and cured it wi' me strong wax-end.<br>Cease your foolish blether, man. 'Tis Long John, the leather man<br>Has shod the feet of half the town, an' no complaints from those.'<br>And his old head would waggle and his steel-rimmed spectacles <br>His smeared old spectacles perched on the end of his nose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357731" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Long John, the cobbler, sets aside his sowing owl,<br>Sets aside his apron and gives his hands a rub,<br>And trots off for his nobbler, just as he has been going all<br>These long years for his whisky at the Railway pub.<br>Long John, the cobbler, calling for his nobbler:<br>One I'll tak', or two I'll tak', but I'm content wi' those.'<br>And he gazes e'er so wisely thro' his steel-rimmed spectacles <br>His bent old spectacles perched on the tip of his nose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357731" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Long John McDougal sat to have a crack there,<br>Just within his shop door the day I left the town,<br>Keen-eyed and frugal. And if I ever went back there<br>I know I'd find him fadeless, his wise law laying down <br>Kind-eyed and frugal, Long John McDougal,<br>Spouting weather prophesies, downing fiscal foes,<br>Peering, with his head back, thro' grime-dimmed spectacles <br>His old steel spectacles perched on the tip of his nose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>

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