And for twopence a rare piece of art;
And a penny a can, I dare swear a man
May put zix of ’em into a quart.
Their zights are so rich, is able to bewitch
The heart of a very fine man-a;
Here’s patient Grisel here, and Fair Rosamond there,
And the History of Susanna.
At Pye Corner end, mark well, my good friend,
’Tis a very fine dirty place;
Where there’s more arrows and bows, the Lord above knows,