| Buy fine Flounders! Fine Dabs! All alive, O! Fine Dabs! Fine live Flounders, O! |
Buy Fine Flounders! Fine Dabs!
| There goes a tall fish-woman sounding her cry, “Who’ll buy my fine flounders, and dabs, who’ll buy?” Poor flounder, he heaves up his fin with a sigh, And thinks that he has most occasion to cry; “Ah, neighbour,” says dab, “indeed, so do I.” |
| Buy my nice and new Banbury Cakes! Buy my nice new Banbury Cakes, O! |
Banbury Cakes.
| Buy Banbury Cakes! By fortune’s frown, You see this needy man, Along the street, and up and down, Is selling all he can. |