The CRIES of LONDON.
Tune, The Merry Christ-Church Bells.
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HARK! how the cries in every street
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Make lanes and allies ring:
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With their goods and ware both nice and rare,
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All in a pleasant lofty strain;
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Come buy my gudgeons fine and new.
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Old cloaths to change for earthen ware.
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Come taste and try before you buy,
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Heres dainty poplin pears.
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Diddle, diddle, diddle dumplins, ho!
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With walnuts nice and brown.
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Let none despise the merry, merry cries
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Of famous London-town.
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Any old cloaths, suits, or coats:
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Come buy my singing-birds.
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Oranges or lemons. Newcastle salmon.
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Come buy my ropes of onions, ho!
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Come buy my sand, fine silver sand.
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Two bunches a penny turnips, ho!
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Ill change you pins for coney-skins.
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Maids, do you want any milk below?
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Heres an express from Admiral Hawke,
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That admiral of renown.
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Let none despise the merry, merry cries
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Of famous London-town.
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Maids, have you any kitchen-stuff?
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Will you buy fine artichoaks?
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Come buy my brooms to sweep your rooms.
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Will you buy my white-heart cabbages, ho!
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Come buy my nuts, my fine small nuts,
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Two cans a penny, crack and try.
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Heres cherries round, and very sound.
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Maids, shall I sweey your chimnies high?
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Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, goes the tinkers pan,
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With a merry chearful sound.
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Let none despise, etc.
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Heres fine herrings, eight a groat.
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Hot codlins, pies, and tarts.
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New mackerel I have to sell.
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Come buy my Wellfleet oysters, ho!
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Come buy my whitings fine and new.
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Wives, shall I mend your husbands horns?
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Ill grind your knives to please your wives,
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And very nicely cut your corns.
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Maids, have you any hair to sell,
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Either flaxen, black, or brown?
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Let none despise, etc.
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Work for a cooper, maids give ear,
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Ill hoop your tubs and pails.
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Come Nell and Sue, and buy my blue.
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Maids, have you any chairs to mend?
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Heres hot spice-gingerbread of the best,
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Come taste and try before you buy.
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Heres elder-buds to purge your bloods.
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But black your shoes is all the cry.
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Heres hot rice-milk, and barley-broth.
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Plumb pudding a groat a pound.
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Let none despise, etc.
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Heres fine rosemary, sage, and thyme.
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Come buy my ground ivy.
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Heres fetherfew, gilliflowers and rue.
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Come buy my knotted marjorum, ho!
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Come buy my mint, my fine green mint.
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Heres fine lavender for your cloaths.
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Heres parsley, and winter-savory.
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And hearts-ease, which all do choose.
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Heres balm and hissop, and cinquefoil,
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All fine herbs, it is well known.
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Let none despise, etc.
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Heres pennyroyal and marygolds.
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Come buy my nettle-tops.
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Heres water-cresses and scurvy-grass.
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Come buy my sage of virtue, ho!
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Come buy my wormwood and mugwort.
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Heres all fine herbs of every sort.
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Heres southernwood thats very good,
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Dandelion and houseleek.
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Heres dragons-tongue and wood-sorrel.
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With bears-foot and horehound.
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Let none despise, etc.
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Heres green coleworts and brocoli.
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Come buy my radishes.
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Heres fine savoys, and ripe hautboys.
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Come buy my young green hastings, ho!
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Come buy my beans, right Windsor beans.
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Two-pence a bunch young carrots, ho!
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Heres fine nosegays. Ripe strawberries.
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With ready-pickd sallad also.
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Heres collyflowers and asparagus.
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New prunes two-pence a pound.
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Let none despise, etc.
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Heres cucumbers, spinnage, and French beans.
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Come buy my nice sallery.
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Heres parsnips and fine leeks.
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Coma buy my potatoes, ho!
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Come buy my plumbs, and fine ripe plumbs.
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A groat a pound ripe filberts, ho!
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Heres corn-poppies and mulberries.
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Gooseberries and currants also.
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Fine nectarines, peaches, and apricots.
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New rice two pence a pound.
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Let none despise, etc.
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Buy a rabbit, wild duck, or fat goose.
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Come buy a choice fat fowl.
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Plovers, teal, or widgeons, come buy my pigeons.
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Maids, do you want any small-coal?
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Come buy my shrimps, my fine new shrimps.
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Two pots a penny, taste and try.
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Heres fine saloop, both hot and good.
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But Yorkshire muffins is the cry.
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Heres trotters, calfs feet, and fine tripes.
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Barrel figs three-pence a pound.
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Let none despise, etc.
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Heres new-laid eggs for ten a groat.
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Come buy waterd cod.
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Heres plaice and dabs, lobsters and crabs.
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Come buy my maids and flounders, ho!
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Come buy my pike, my fine live pike.
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Two-pence a hundred cockles, ho!
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Shads, eels, and sprats. Lights for your cats.
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With haddocks, perch, and tench also.
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Heres carp and tench, mullets and smelts.
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Butter six-pence a-pound.
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Let none despise the merry, merry cries
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Of famous London-town.
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