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T. BIRT, Printer, 30, Great St. Andrews Street, Seven Dials.
_Marks Edition._ THE NEW LONDON CRIES OR A VISIT TO TOWN.
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From morn till eve I rove along, And joys my eyes illume, If you but listen to my song, And kindly buy a broom.
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RIPE CHERRIES.
Cherries ripe four-pence a pound, Come buy of me they're good and sound.
WATER CRESSES.
O you whom peace and plenty blesses, Buy my fine spring water cresses.
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YOUNG PEDLAR.
Threads laces bodkins here I cry, Of a wandering orphan buy.
OYSTERS SIR.
My native oysters here I cry, Gents and ladies come and buy.
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OLD CLOTHES.
Daily streets and squares I range Calling clothes to sell or change.
YOUNG LAMBS.
In London streets I'm known full well, Two for a penny young lambs to sell.
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DOLLS TO SELL.
Come buy a doll my little miss, You'll find no time as good as this.
GREENS CABBAGES HO.
London daily hears my cry, Carrots Turnips who will buy.
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BONNET BOX.
Buy a Box for hat and cap, 'Twill keep them safe from all mishap.
FLOWER GIRL.
My basket daily I supply, Come buy my nosegays buy who'll buy.
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IMAGES.
My casts are form'd to get my bread, And humble shelter for my head.
MILK BELOW.
At rise of morn my rounds I go, And daily cry my milk below.
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BALLAD SINGER.
Listen to my tunes so gay, And buy a ballad of me pray.
SWEEP SOOT HO.
Comfort from my toil you reap, Then pray employ a little sweep.
London: Printed and Published by S. MARKS & SONS, 72, Houndsditch.
THE CRIES OF LONDON.
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FLOWERY WARE--ALL HOT!
Here's taters hot, my little chaps, Now just lay out a copper, I'm known up and down the Strand, You'll not find any hotter.
LONDON: GOODE, BROS., WHOLESALE STATIONERS AND TOY BOOK MANUFACTURERS, CLERKENWELL GREEN.
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CHERRIES, MY PRETTY MAIDS.
Here's cherries, oh! my pretty maids, My cherries round and sound; Whitehearts, Kentish, or Blackhearts And only twopence a pound.
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