To buy up crocks and earthenware,
Milkpans, and colliers’ tots,
Coloured cups and chamber-pots.
Old shoes to sell, there stands close by,
With shabby strings—the same they tie;
If in those shoes you walk about,
The bottoms soon will tumble out—
Hats, caps, and bonnets blue,
And trowsers wide enough for two.—
If you pop round the market place