Sold by old Giles with crooked legs—
More than that if you just turn round,
There’s gingerbread eightpence a pound!
Besides plum pudding, both rich and nice,
On the next stall twopence a slice.—
In Stoney Street there stands the swine,
Both right and left all in a line;
They sell these pigs so much per score,
So on that street I’ll say no more.—
Come, to a tavern let us go,