Come buy my cherries, beauteous lasses; Fresh from the garden pluck'd by me; All on a summer's day, so gay, You hear the London Cries--"_Knives ground here by me_." Fine apples and choice pears, Eat, boys, forget your cares; All on a summer's day, so gay, You hear the London Cries--"_Sweep, sweep, sweep_." Fruit in abundance sold by me, Fruit in abundance here you see; All on a summer's day, so gay, You hear the London Cries--"_Parsnips, carrots, and choice beans_." Whey, fine sweet whey, Come taste my whey; All on a summer's day, so gay, You hear the London Cries--"_Fine radish, fine lettuce, sold by me_." PRIMROSES. Come who'll buy my roses, Primroses, who'll buy? They are sweet to the sense, they are fair to the eye; They are covered all o'er with diamond dew, Which Aurora's bright handmaids unsparingly threw On their beautiful heads: and I ask but of you-- _To buy, buy, buy, buy_. The sun kiss'd the flowers as he rose from the sea bright, And their golden eyes opened with beauty and glee bright, Their sweets are untasted by hornet or bee-- They are fresh as the morning and lovely to see-- So reject not the blossoms now offered by me-- _But buy, buy, buy, buy_. Nay, never refuse me, nor cry my buds down, They are nature's production, and sweet ones, you'll own; And tho' torn from the earth, they will smile in your hall, They will bloom in a cottage, be it ever so small-- And still look the lovliest flowers of all! _So buy, buy, buy, buy._ THE LONDON CRIES IN LONDON STREETS. _Embellished with Pretty Cuts, For the use of Good little Boys and Girls, and a Copy of Verses._ [Illustration] Printed by T. BIRT, Great St. Andrew Street, Wholesale & Retail, 30, Seven Dials, London. _Country Orders punctually attended to._ EVERY DESCRIPTION OF PRINTING DONE CHEAP. TRAVELLERS AND SHOPKEEPERS SUPPLIED WITH SHEET HYMNS, PATTERS, AND SLIP SONGS, AS CHEAP AND GOOD AS ANY SHOP IN LONDON. T. BIRT. TO THE GOOD LITTLE MASTERS AND MISTRESSES IN TOWN AND COUNTRY. Here! look at the Cries of London town, For you need not travel there; But view you those of most renown, Whilst sitting in your chair. At Home--a hundred miles away, 'Tis easy now to look At the Cries of London gay, In this our little book. Yes; there in quiet you may be, Beside the winter's fire, And read as well as see, All those that you desire. Or underneath the oak so grey, That grows beside the briar; May pass the summer's eve away, And view each City Crier. [Illustration: BUY A GAZETTE? GREAT NEWS!] In the Gazette great news, to-day: The enemy is beat, they say, And all are eager to be told-- The news, the new events unfold. [Illustration: COME BUY MY FINE ROSES.]