| Yorkshire Cakes, Who’ll buy Yorkshire Cakes, All piping hot—smoking hot! hot!! |
The Yorkshire Cake Man.
| Fine Yorkshire Cakes; Who’ll buy Yorkshire cakes? They are all piping hot, and nicely made; His daily walk this fellow takes, And seems to drive a pretty trade. |
| Buy my Flowers, sweet Flowers, new-cut Flowers, New Flowers, sweet Flowers, fresh Flowers, O! |
Flowers, Cut Flowers.
| New-cut Flowers this pretty maid doth cry, In Spring, Summer and Autumn, gaily; Which shows how fast the Seasons fly— As we pass to our final home, daily. |