Through many a street and many a town
The Ink-man shapes his way;
The trusty Ass keeps plodding on,
His master to obey.
Dainty Sweet-Briar!
Sweet-Briar this Girl on one side holds,
And Flowers in the other basket;
And for the price, she that unfolds
To any one who’ll ask it.
Any Earthen Ware, Plates, Dishes, or Jugs to-day,—any Clothes to exchange, Madam?
Come buy my Earthen Ware
Your dresser to bedeck;
Examine it with care,
There’s not a single speck.
See white with edges brown,
Others with edges blue;
Have you a left-off gown,
Old bonnet, hat, or shoe?
Do look me up some clothes
For this fine China jar;
If but a pair of shoes,
For I have travelled far.
This flowered bowl of green
Is worth a gown at least;
I am sure it might be seen
At any christening feast.
Do, Madam, look about
And see what you can find;
Whatever you bring out
I will not be behind.