| At rise of morn my rounds I go, And daily cry my milk below. |
Ballad Singer.
| Listen to my tunes so gay, And buy a ballad of me pray. |
Sweep Soot Ho.
| Comfort from my toil you reap, Then pray employ a little sweep. |
London: Printed and Published by S. Marks & Sons, 72, Houndsditch.
THE
CRIES OF LONDON.