Come buy a Comb, or Buckle fine,
For Girdle of your Lass;
My Oysters too are very new,
With Trumpet sounding glass:
Your Lanthorn-horns I'll make them shine,
And mend them very well;
There's no Jack-line so good as mine,
As I have here to sell.
Come buy my Honey and my Book,
For Cuckolds to peruse;