A History of the Cries of London, Ancient and ModernHindley, Charles
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A History of the Cries of London, Ancient and Modern
Hindley, Charles
Cries -- England -- London; London (England) -- Social life and customs
Newcastle salmon, very good,
Is just come in for summer food;
No one hath better fish than I,
So if you've money come and buy.
_Buy my Cranberries! Fine Cranberries!
Buy my Cranberries! Fine Cranberries!_
[Illustration: CRANBERRIES.]
Buy Cranberries, to line your crust,
In Lincolnshire they're grown;
Come buy, come buy, for sell I must
Three quarts for half-a-crown.
_Come buy my Walking-Sticks or Canes!
I've got them for the young or old._
[Illustration: STICKS AND CANES.]
How sloven like the school-boy looks,
Who daubs his books at play;
Give him a new one? No, adzooks!
Give him a Cane, I say.
_Buy my fine Gooseberries! Fine Gooseberries!
Three-pence a quart! Ripe Gooseberries!_
[Illustration: GOOSEBERRIES.]
Ripe gooseberries in town you'll buy
As cheap as cheap can be;
Of many sorts you hear the cry;
Pray purchase, sir, of me!
_Pears for pies! Come feast your eyes!
Ripe Pears, of every size, who'll buy?_
[Illustration: RIPE PEARS.]
Pears ripe, pears sound,
This woman cries all day;
Pears for pies, long or round,
Come buy them while you may.
_One a penny, two a penny, hot Cross Buns!
One a penny, two a penny, hot Cross Buns!_
[Illustration: HOT CROSS BUNS.]
Think on this sacred festival;
Think why Cross Buns were given;
Then think of Him who dy'd for all,
To give you right to Heaven.
_Maids, I mend old Pans or Kettles,
Mend old Pans or Kettles, O!_
[Illustration: THE TINKER.]
Hark, who is this? the Tinker bold,
To mend or spoil your kettle,
Whose wife I'm certain is a scold,
Made of basest metal.
_Buy my Capers! Buy my nice Capers!
Buy my Anchovies! Buy my nice Anchovies!_
[Illustration: CAPERS, ANCHOVIES.]
How melodious the voice of this man,
The Capers he says are the best;
His Anchovies too, beat 'em who can,
Are constantly found in request.
_Mulberries, all ripe and fresh to day!
Only a groat a pottle--full to the bottom!_
[Illustration: MULBERRIES.]
Mulberries, ripe and fresh to-day,
They warm and purify the blood;
Have them a groat a pottle you may.
They are all fresh! they are all good!
_Buy my Cockles! Fine new Cockles!
Cockles fine, and Cockles new!_
[Illustration: NEW COCKLES.]
Cockles fine; and cockles new,
They are as fine as any.
Cockles! New cockles, O!
I sell a good lot for a penny, O!
_Buy fine Flounders! Fine Dabs! All alive, O!
Fine Dabs! Fine live Flounders, O!_
[Illustration: BUY FINE FLOUNDERS! FINE DABS!]
There goes a tall fish-woman sounding her cry,
"Who'll buy my fine flounders, and dabs, who'll buy?"
Poor flounder, he heaves up his fin with a sigh,
And thinks that _he_ has most occasion to cry;
"Ah, neighbour," says dab, "indeed, so do I."
_Buy my nice and new Banbury Cakes!
Buy my nice new Banbury Cakes, O!_
[Illustration: BANBURY CAKES.]
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