The Cabinetmaker’s Song

Irish Pub Songs and Sea Shanties, male vocals, with hand clapping and foot stomping

[Chorus]  
So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true,  
With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew!  
From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown,  
A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own!

[Verse 2]  
It starts as a lad with a broom in his hand,  
An apprentice he’ll toil at his master’s command.  
He sharpens the tools and he learns every trade,  
Dreaming of treasures his own hands will have made.

[Chorus]
So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true,  
With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew!  
From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown,  
A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own!

[Verse 3]
The journeyman wanders with tools on his back,  
Seeking work in the village or down by the track.  
He builds sturdy chests for a young bride-to-be,  
And hutches for kitchens where feasts fill with glee.

[Chorus]
So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true,  
With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew!  
From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown,  
A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own!

[Bridge (Slower tempo)]
With spokeshave and scraper, each curve comes alive,   
The auger bores holes where the hinges will thrive.   
His brace drills with care; not a splinter is spared—   
Each timber is joined with precision and flair.

[Verse 4 (Tempo resumes) ]
Now master he stands in a shop of renown,  
With apprentices learning as sawdust rains down.  
He carves out a cupboard with dovetails so tight,  
And polishes armoires that gleam in the light.

[Chorus]
So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true,  
With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew!  
From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown,  
A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own!

[Verse 5 (Final verse)]
There’s chests for fine linens and cupboards for bread,   
Wardrobes for garments where dreams gently spread.   
The larder holds plenty; the table stands strong—   
Each piece tells a story that’s sung in this song!

[Final Chorus (Repeat twice for good measure)]
So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true,  
With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew!  
From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown,  
A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own!

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[Verse 1] Oh, gather ye ‘round for a tale to be told, Of the cabinetmaker so clever and bold! With mallet and chisel, he shapes every grain, From the heart of the wood, his craft does remain. [Chorus] So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true, With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew! From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown, A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own! [Verse 2] It starts as a lad with a broom in his hand, An apprentice he’ll toil at his master’s command. He sharpens the tools and he learns every trade, Dreaming of treasures his own hands will have made. [Chorus] So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true, With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew! From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown, A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own! [Verse 3] The journeyman wanders with tools on his back, Seeking work in the village or down by the track. He builds sturdy chests for a young bride-to-be, And hutches for kitchens where feasts fill with glee. [Chorus] So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true, With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew! From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown, A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own! [Bridge (Slower tempo)] With spokeshave and scraper, each curve comes alive, The auger bores holes where the hinges will thrive. His brace drills with care; not a splinter is spared— Each timber is joined with precision and flair. [Verse 4 (Tempo resumes) ] Now master he stands in a shop of renown, With apprentices learning as sawdust rains down. He carves out a cupboard with dovetails so tight, And polishes armoires that gleam in the light. [Chorus] So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true, With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew! From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown, A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own! [Verse 5 (Final verse)] There’s chests for fine linens and cupboards for bread, Wardrobes for garments where dreams gently spread. The larder holds plenty; the table stands strong— Each piece tells a story that’s sung in this song! [Final Chorus (Repeat twice for good measure)] So sing to the craftsman, so steady and true, With saw and with plane, he makes all things anew! From apprentice to master, his skill he has grown, A cabinetmaker stands proud on his own!

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