Dear me! what a squalling and a bawling,
What noise, and what bustle in London pervades;
People of all sorts shouting and calling,
London’s a mart, sure, for men of all trades.
The chummy so black, sir, with bag on his back, sir,
Commences the noise with the cry of “sweep, sweep!”
Then Dusty and Crusty with voices so lusty,
Fish-men and green-men, their nuisances keep.
Dear me, &c.
Fine water cresses, two bunches a penny,
Fine new milk, two-pence ha’p’ny a quart!
Come buy my fine matches—as long as I’ve any,
Carrots and turnips, the finest e’er bought.
Dainty fresh salmon! without any gammon,
Hare skins or rabbit skins! hare skins, cook I buy!
’Taters all sound, sir, two-pence six pounds, sir,
Coals ten-pence a bushel, buy them and try.
Dear me, &c.
Here’s songs three yards for a penny!
Comic songs, love songs, and funny songs, too;
Billy Barlow,—Little Mike,—Paddy Denny!
The Bailiffs are coming—The Hero of Waterloo.
Eels four-pence a pound—pen knives here ground,
Scissors ground sharp, a penny a pair!
Tin kettles to mend, sir, your fenders here send, sir,
For six-pence a piece, I will paint ’em with care.
Dear me, &c.
Come buy my old man, a penny a root,
The whole true account of the murder last night!
Fine Seville oranges, ne’er was such fruit,
Just printed and published, the last famous fight.
Arrived here this morning—strange news from Greece,
A victory gain’d o’er the great Turkish fleet;
Chairs to mend—hair brooms, a shilling a piece!
Cap box, bonnet box—cats’ and dogs’ meat.
Dear me, &c.
Here’s inguns a penny a rope,
Pots and pans—old clothes, clo’ for sale!
A dread storm near the Cape of Good Hope.
Greens two-pence a bunch—twenty-pence a new pail.
Sprats, a penny a plateful—I should feel werry grateful,
Kind friends for a ha’p’ny for my babe’s sakes;
Shrimps, penny a pot—baked ’taters all hot!
Muffins and crumpets, or fine Yorkshire cakes.
Dear me, &c. |
