An absolutely funny-as-hell old bawdy song. The jolly tinker knocks on a lady's door and asks if she has any "pots or kettles/with rusty holes to block" (do you see where this is going?) Well, she leads him through the kitchen and upstairs to the bedroom, where she seduces him. The last verse is, "I've been a jolly tinker now/for forty years or more/but such a rusty hole as that I've never blocked before.." I love subtlety!
Another song from the same album is called "Sam Hall" and is about a chimney sweep who fancies himself a latter day Robin Hood. He knows that he will be caught and hanged eventually, and when he is, he accepts his fate silently: "and the hangman pulled his rope/and was ne'er a word I spoke/tumblin' down, oh tumblin' down". I love Celtic music.
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