The Pedler opening of his Packe,
To know of Maydes what tis they lacke
To the tune of, Last Christmas 'twas my chance,
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WHo is it will repaire,
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or come and see my packet:
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Where there's store of Ware,
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If any of you lacke it,
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view the Fayre.
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Faire Maydens come and see,
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if here be ought will please you:
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And if we can agree,
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Ile give you just your due,
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or nere trust me.
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And if that you do please
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to see my Fardle open,
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My burden for to ease,
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I hope that we shall Copen
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then straight waies.
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From Turky, France and Spaine,
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doe come my cheifest Treasure,
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Which doth cost much paine,
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I sell by waight and measure,
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for small gaine.
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Farre-fetcht Indian ware
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and China hard to enter:
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Which to get is rare,
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costs many lives to venter,
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we nere care.
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From Venice Citie comes
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great store of rare Complection,
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From westerne Iles your Gummes
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to keep Teeth from infection,
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and from Rhewmes.
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Heere is a water rare,
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will make a wench that's fiftie,
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For to looke more fayre
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then one that wants of twenty,
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stil'd from the Ayre.
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A Perriwig to weare,
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or Cover for bare places:
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If you have lost your heare,
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full many one it graces:
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tis not deare.
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Heeres Poking stickes of steele,
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and Christall Looking Glasses:
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Heres globes that round will wheele
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to see each one that passes,
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Dildo Dill.
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Pomado for your Lips,
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to make them soft and ruddy:
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And sweet as Cipres chops,
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a lustre like a Ruby
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soone it gets.
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Heres Bracelets for your arm[e]
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of Corall, or of Amber:
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A Powder that will Charme
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or bring one to your Chambe[r]
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tis no harme.
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A water can restore
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a Mayden head that's vanisht
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You'le say she is no whoore,
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although that it were banisht
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long before.
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A paire of Bodye[?],
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to make you fine and slender:
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A Buske as blacke as Jeat,
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to keepe your bellies under
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that are great.
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And if you please to weare,
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a Bodkin of pure Silver:
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To thrust into your hayre,
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it comforteth the Liver
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without feare.
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Rebatoes, Tyres, and Rings,
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Sissers and a Thimble:
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And many pretty thinges,
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to keepe your fingers nimble,
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weaving stringes.
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T[he sec]ond part.
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SIlkes of any hew,
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and Spanish needles plenty:
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Thred both white and blew,
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like me not one 'mongst twenty,
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can fit you.
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Balles of Camphyre made,
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to keepe your face from pimples:
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An Unguent that's alayd,
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you never shall have wrinckles,
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if a Mayde.
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Spunges for your face,
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or Sope that came from Turkey:
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Your favour it will grace,
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if that you be not durty,
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in no place.
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Rich imbroydered Gloves,
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to draw upon your white hand:
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Or to give your Loves,
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a Ruffe or falling band,
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my pretty Doves.
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Scarfes that came from Cales,
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or points and Laces lacke you:
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Inckle made in Wales,
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I finely can beknacke you:
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tell no tales.
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Bone lace who will buy,
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that came from Flaunders lately:
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Pray doe not thinke I lye,
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but I will serve you straightly,
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by and by.
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Pinnes both white and red,
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of all sortes and all sizes:
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Plumbes and Ginger bread,
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my Wares of divers prizes,
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Bookes to read.
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Venice Glasses fine,
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were newly made in London:
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To drinke your Beere or Wine,
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come now my Pack's undone,
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speake betime.
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Lawne and Cambricke pure,
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as good as e're was worne:
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Like yron it will dure,
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untill that it be torne,
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be you sure.
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Heer's many other thinges,
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as Jewes trumps, pipes & Babies:
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St. Martins Beades and Ringes,
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and other toyes for Ladyes,
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knots and stringes.
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All you that want my Ware,
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approach unto my Standing:
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Where I will use you faire,
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without deceit or cunning,
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to a hayre.
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And as my Ware doth prove,
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so let me take your mony:
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My pretty Turtle Dove,
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that sweeter is then hony,
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which is Love.
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