A History of the Cries of London, Ancient and Modern

by Charles Hindley

Henry Lemoine,
The Literary and Pedestrian Bookseller and Author,
A well known
Eccentric Character of the City of London.

All Round my Hat I Vears a Green Villow.

All round my hat I vears a green villow, All round my hat, for a twelvemonth and a day; If any body axes me the reason vy I vears it, I tells ’em that my own true love is far far away. ’Twas a going of my rounds, in the streets I first did meet her, Oh, I thought she vos a hangel just come down from the sky;

Spoken.—She’s a nice wegitable countenance; turnup nose, redish cheeks, and carroty hair.

And I never knew a voice more louder or more sweeter, Vhen she cried, buy my primroses, my primroses come buy.

Spoken.—Here’s your fine colliflowers.

All round, &c. O, my love she was fair, my love she was kind, too, And cruel vos the cruel judge vot had my love to try:

Spoken.—Here’s your precious turnups.