The Old Pudding-pye Woman set forth in her colours, &c. / Of all the rare and various London cryes, / There's none that doth excel Hot Pudding-Pyes: / Each one that hears it, being bit with hunger, / Would wish himself to be a Pudding Monger; / For many likes such Victuals for the nones, / Because in Pudding-Pyes there is no bones.
The Old Pudding-pye Woman set forth in her colours, &c. / Of all the rare and various London cryes, / There's none that doth excel Hot Pudding-Pyes: / Each one that hears it, being bit with hunger, / Would wish himself to be a Pudding Monger; / For many likes such Victuals for the nones, / Because in Pudding-Pyes there is no bones.
Tune Imprint
To a rare new Tune much in use, or, There was an Old Wife.
First Lines
THere was an Old wife / and she sold Pudding=pyes,
Refrain
and away to sell Pudding=pyes. [with variations; not stanza 1]