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I've got them for the young or old._
[Ill.u.s.tration: STICKS AND CANES.]
How sloven like the school-boy looks, Who daubs his books at play; Give him a new one? No, adzooks!
Give him a Cane, I say.
_Buy my fine Gooseberries! Fine Gooseberries!
Three-pence a quart! Ripe Gooseberries!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: GOOSEBERRIES.]
Ripe gooseberries in town you'll buy As cheap as cheap can be; Of many sorts you hear the cry; Pray purchase, sir, of me!
_Pears for pies! Come feast your eyes!
Ripe Pears, of every size, who'll buy?_
[Ill.u.s.tration: RIPE PEARS.]
Pears ripe, pears sound, This woman cries all day; Pears for pies, long or round, Come buy them while you may.
_One a penny, two a penny, hot Cross Buns!
One a penny, two a penny, hot Cross Buns!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: HOT CROSS BUNS.]
Think on this sacred festival; Think why Cross Buns were given; Then think of Him who dy'd for all, To give you right to Heaven.
_Maids, I mend old Pans or Kettles, Mend old Pans or Kettles, O!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE TINKER.]
Hark, who is this? the Tinker bold, To mend or spoil your kettle, Whose wife I'm certain is a scold, Made of basest metal.
_Buy my Capers! Buy my nice Capers!
Buy my Anchovies! Buy my nice Anchovies!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: CAPERS, ANCHOVIES.]
How melodious the voice of this man, The Capers he says are the best; His Anchovies too, beat 'em who can, Are constantly found in request.
_Mulberries, all ripe and fresh to day!
Only a groat a pottle--full to the bottom!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: MULBERRIES.]
Mulberries, ripe and fresh to-day, They warm and purify the blood; Have them a groat a pottle you may.
They are all fresh! they are all good!
_Buy my c.o.c.kles! Fine new c.o.c.kles!
c.o.c.kles fine, and c.o.c.kles new!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: NEW c.o.c.kLES.]
c.o.c.kles fine; and c.o.c.kles new, They are as fine as any.
c.o.c.kles! New c.o.c.kles, O!
I sell a good lot for a penny, O!
_Buy fine Flounders! Fine Dabs! All alive, O!
Fine Dabs! Fine live Flounders, O!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: BUY FINE FLOUNDERS! FINE DABS!]
There goes a tall fish-woman sounding her cry, "Who'll buy my fine flounders, and dabs, who'll buy?"
Poor flounder, he heaves up his fin with a sigh, And thinks that _he_ has most occasion to cry; "Ah, neighbour," says dab, "indeed, so do I."
_Buy my nice and new Banbury Cakes!
Buy my nice new Banbury Cakes, O!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: BANBURY CAKES.]
Buy Banbury Cakes! By fortune's frown, You see this needy man, Along the street, and up and down, Is selling all he can.
_Buy my Lavender! Sweet blooming Lavender!
Sweet blooming Lavender! Blooming Lavender!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: LAVENDER.]
Lavender! Sweet blooming lavender, Six bunches for a penny to-day!
Lavender! sweet blooming lavender!
Ladies, buy it while you may.
_Live Mackerel! Three a-shilling, O!
Le'ping alive, O! Three a-shilling O!_
[Ill.u.s.tration: MACKEREL.]
Live Mackerel, oh! fresh as the day!
At three for a shilling, is giving away; Full row'd, like bright silver they shine; Two persons on one can sup or dine.
