Muffins, O! Crumpets! Muffins, to-day!
Crumpets, O! Muffins, O! fresh, to-day!

The Muffin Man.

The Muffin Man! hark, I hear
His small bell tinkle shrill and clear;
Muffins and Crumpets nice he brings,
While on the fire the kettle sings.

Oysters, fresh and alive, three a penny, O!
When they are all sold I sha’n’t have any, O!

Oysters. Fine New Oysters.

They’re all alive and very fine,
So if you like them, come and dine;
I’ll find you bread and butter, too,
Or you may have them opened for a stew.