If I'd as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell,
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell.
THE LITTLE LOVERS.
There was a little boy and a little girl
Liv'd in an alley;
Says the little boy to the little girl,
Shall I, oh, shall I?
Says the little girl to the little boy,
What shall we do?
Says the little boy to the little girl,
I will kiss you.
NEW BROOMS, BROOMS, O!
There was an old man, and he lived in a wood;
And his lazy son Jack would snooze till noon:
Nor followed his trade although it was good,
With a bill and a stump for making of brooms, green brooms;
With a bill and a stump for making of brooms.
One morn in a passion, and sore with vexation,
He swore he would fire the room,
If he did not get up and go to his work,
And fall to the cutting of brooms, green brooms, etc.
Then Jack he arose and slipt on his clothes,
And away to the woods very soon,
Where he made up his pack, and put it on his back,
Crying, Maids, do you want any brooms? green brooms, etc.