While in at my parents' house yesterday I spotted the following poem on her laptop:
"The Bootman" by James D. Sharp (April 1938)
1--The bootman whom I patronise
Is Philp, of Milnathort.--
And mant a time I've made him rise
And given him boots to start.
2--He often has so much to do
He works till twelve at night.
He makes our footwear look like new--
Renewed, and strong, and bright!
3--Oft have I waited in his shop,
And watched him at his art:
No sooner does he one pair stop,
Than others he must start!
4--And all the while his hammer chops
He talks on many things.--
Till I forget of nails and caps,
Of toe-plates and heel-rings!
5--I've tried some cobblers, far and near;
Some dear; some very slow:
But none of them were ever near
As good as he! Oh, no!
To most people its just a poem about a cobbler, but to me and my family its something else... The Bootman is David Morrison Philip (spelt Philp in the poem), my grandad (as in my dad's dad)!
It would be interesting to know a bit more about James D. Sharp tho... so if anyone that has any info it would be much appreciated! (Also if anyone is related to James D. Sharp let me know and I will send a copy of the original poem!
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