Come buy my fine roses, My myrtles and stocks; My sweet smelling balsams And close growing box. [Illustration: BUY AN ALMANACK: NEW ALMANACKS.] My Almanacks aim at no learning at all, But only to show when the holidays fall: And tell, as by study we easily may, How many eclipses the year will display. [Illustration: BUY A MOP? BUY A MOP?] My Mop is so big, It might serve as a wig For a judge, had he no objection; And as to my brooms, They will sweep dirty rooms, And make the dust fly, to perfection. [Illustration: LOBSTERS AND CRABS.] Here's lobsters and crabs, Alive, O! and good, So buy if you please; This delicate food. [Illustration: MILK FROM THE COW.] Rich Milk from the Cow, Both sweet and fine; The doctors declare; It is better than wine. [Illustration: BUY A BASKET, LARGE OR SMALL?] Buy a basket? large or small? For all sorts I've got by me, So come ye forth, one and all, If you buy once, another time you'll try me. [Illustration: BUY A CANE FOR NAUGHTY BOYS.] I've Sticks and Canes for old and young, To either they are handy, In driving off a barking cur, Or chastising a dandy. [Illustration: HOT RICE-MILK.] Hot Rice-Milk this woman calls-- Behold her bright can, As up and down the streets she bawls Hot Rice-Milk to warm the inner man. [Illustration: PEACHES AND NECTARINES.] Nice Peaches and Nectarines Just fresh from the tree; All you who have money, Come buy them of me. [Illustration: HOT SPICE-GINGERBREAD.] Hot Spice-Gingerbread, hot! hot! all hot! This noisy fellow loudly bawls, Hot! hot! hot! smoking hot! red hot! In every street or public place he calls. COME, BUY MY SPICE-GINGERBREAD, SMOKING HOT! HOT! HOT! Come, boys and girls, men and maids, widows and wives, The best penny laid out you e'er spent in your lives; Here's my whirl-a-gig lottery, a penny a spell, No blanks, but all prizes, and that's pretty well. Don't stand humming and ha-aring, with ifs and with buts, Try your luck for my round and sound gingerbread-nuts; And there's my glorious spice-gingerbread, too, Hot enough e'en to thaw the heart of a Jew. Hot spice-gingerbread, hot! hot! all hot! Come, buy my spice-gingerbread, smoking hot! I'm a gingerbread-merchant, but what of that, then? All the world, take my word, deal in gingerbread ware; Your fine beaus and your belles and your rattlepate rakes-- One half are game-nuts, the rest gingerbread cakes; Then in gingerbread coaches we've gingerbread lords, And gingerbread soldiers with gingerbread swords. And what are you patriots, 'tis easy to tell-- By their constantly crying they've something to sell. And what harm is there in selling--_hem!_-- Hot spice-gingerbread, &c.