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T34395 3 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN The Merry Christ-Church Bells Bonny Christ Church Bells, The The Merry Christ-Church Bells HARK! how the cries in every street / Make lanes and allies ring: Let non despise the merry, merry cries / Of famous London-town. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 466 3: 467 The CRIES of LONDON. The CRIES of LONDON. The CRIES of LONDON. 1728-1728

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HARK! how the cries in every street Make lanes and allies ring: With their goods and ware both nice and rare, All in a pleasant lofty strain; Come buy my gudgeons fine and new. Old cloaths to change for earthen ware. Come taste and try before you buy, Heres dainty poplin pears. Diddle, diddle, diddle dumplins, ho! With walnuts nice and brown. Let none despise the merry, merry cries Of famous London-town.
Any old cloaths, suits, or coats: Come buy my singing-birds. Oranges or lemons. Newcastle salmon. Come buy my ropes of onions, ho! Come buy my sand, fine silver sand. Two bunches a penny turnips, ho! Ill change you pins for coney-skins. Maids, do you want any milk below? Heres an express from Admiral Hawke, That admiral of renown. Let none despise the merry, merry cries Of famous London-town.
Maids, have you any kitchen-stuff? Will you buy fine artichoaks? Come buy my brooms to sweep your rooms. Will you buy my white-heart cabbages, ho! Come buy my nuts, my fine small nuts, Two cans a penny, crack and try. Heres cherries round, and very sound. Maids, shall I sweey your chimnies high? Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, goes the tinkers pan, With a merry chearful sound. Let none despise, etc. Heres fine herrings, eight a groat. Hot codlins, pies, and tarts. New mackerel I have to sell. Come buy my Wellfleet oysters, ho! Come buy my whitings fine and new. Wives, shall I mend your husbands horns? Ill grind your knives to please your wives, And very nicely cut your corns. Maids, have you any hair to sell, Either flaxen, black, or brown? Let none despise, etc. Work for a cooper, maids give ear, Ill hoop your tubs and pails. Come Nell and Sue, and buy my blue. Maids, have you any chairs to mend? Heres hot spice-gingerbread of the best, Come taste and try before you buy. Heres elder-buds to purge your bloods. But black your shoes is all the cry. Heres hot rice-milk, and barley-broth. Plumb pudding a groat a pound. Let none despise, etc. Heres fine rosemary, sage, and thyme. Come buy my ground ivy. Heres fetherfew, gilliflowers and rue. Come buy my knotted marjorum, ho! Come buy my mint, my fine green mint. Heres fine lavender for your cloaths. Heres parsley, and winter-savory. And hearts-ease, which all do choose. Heres balm and hissop, and cinquefoil, All fine herbs, it is well known. Let none despise, etc. Heres pennyroyal and marygolds. Come buy my nettle-tops. Heres water-cresses and scurvy-grass. Come buy my sage of virtue, ho! Come buy my wormwood and mugwort. Heres all fine herbs of every sort.
Heres southernwood thats very good, Dandelion and houseleek. Heres dragons-tongue and wood-sorrel. With bears-foot and horehound. Let none despise, etc. Heres green coleworts and brocoli. Come buy my radishes. Heres fine savoys, and ripe hautboys. Come buy my young green hastings, ho! Come buy my beans, right Windsor beans. Two-pence a bunch young carrots, ho! Heres fine nosegays. Ripe strawberries. With ready-pickd sallad also. Heres collyflowers and asparagus. New prunes two-pence a pound. Let none despise, etc. Heres cucumbers, spinnage, and French beans. Come buy my nice sallery. Heres parsnips and fine leeks. Coma buy my potatoes, ho! Come buy my plumbs, and fine ripe plumbs. A groat a pound ripe filberts, ho! Heres corn-poppies and mulberries. Gooseberries and currants also. Fine nectarines, peaches, and apricots. New rice two pence a pound. Let none despise, etc. Buy a rabbit, wild duck, or fat goose. Come buy a choice fat fowl. Plovers, teal, or widgeons, come buy my pigeons. Maids, do you want any small-coal? Come buy my shrimps, my fine new shrimps. Two pots a penny, taste and try. Heres fine saloop, both hot and good. But Yorkshire muffins is the cry. Heres trotters, calfs feet, and fine tripes. Barrel figs three-pence a pound. Let none despise, etc. Heres new-laid eggs for ten a groat. Come buy waterd cod. Heres plaice and dabs, lobsters and crabs. Come buy my maids and flounders, ho! Come buy my pike, my fine live pike. Two-pence a hundred cockles, ho! Shads, eels, and sprats. Lights for your cats. With haddocks, perch, and tench also. Heres carp and tench, mullets and smelts. Butter six-pence a-pound. Let none despise the merry, merry cries Of famous London-town.
Printed and Sold at the Printing-Office in Bow-Church-Yard, London.