Poor Tray seems inclin’d
With Matilda to dine:
He wants but the meat,—
He would leave her the wine.
Come buy my fat Rabbits,
Come, Ladies, and buy;
With mutton they make
A most excellent pie.
When the Hen calls her Chickens,
They follow straight-way;
So Children should always
Their Parents obey.
You see the old Laundress
At work in her drills;
But I fear she’s too old
To crimp you your frills.
“Buy a good sweeping-brush,—
Hand-brushes buy,—
I’ll sell you cheap brushes,”—
The old man doth cry.