Filberts.
| Come buy my filberts ripe and brown, They are the best in all the town, I sell them for a groat a pound, And warrant them all good and sound, You’re welcome for to crack and try, They are so good, I’m sure you’ll buy. |
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Clothes Pegs, Props, or Lines.
| Come, maids, and buy my pegs and props, Or lines to dry your clothes, And when they are dry they’ll smell as sweet As any damask rose. Come buy and save your clothes from dirt, They’ll save you washing many a shirt. |
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Sweep.
| Sweep, chimney sweep, Is the common cry I keep, If you rightly understand me; With my brush, broom, and my rake, Such cleanly work I make, There’s few can go beyond me. |