Maids, I mend old Pans or Kettles,
Mend old Pans or Kettles, O!

The Tinker.

Hark, who is this? the Tinker bold,
To mend or spoil your kettle,
Whose wife I’m certain is a scold,
Made of basest metal.

Buy my Capers! Buy my nice Capers!
Buy my Anchovies! Buy my nice Anchovies!

Capers, Anchovies.

How melodious the voice of this man,
The Capers he says are the best;
His Anchovies too, beat ’em who can,
Are constantly found in request.