My gingerbread-lottery is just like the world, For its index of chances for ever is twirled; But some difference between'em exist, without doubt, The world's lottery has blanks, while mine's wholly without, There's no matter how often you shuffle and cut, If but once in ten games you can get a game-nut. So I laugh at the world, like an impudent elf, And just like my betters, take care of myself, and my-- Hot spice-gingerbread, &c. T. BIRT, Printer, 30, Great St. Andrews Street, Seven Dials. _Marks Edition._ THE NEW LONDON CRIES OR A VISIT TO TOWN. [Illustration: BUY A BROOM.] From morn till eve I rove along, And joys my eyes illume, If you but listen to my song, And kindly buy a broom. [Illustration] RIPE CHERRIES. Cherries ripe four-pence a pound, Come buy of me they're good and sound. WATER CRESSES. O you whom peace and plenty blesses, Buy my fine spring water cresses. [Illustration] YOUNG PEDLAR. Threads laces bodkins here I cry, Of a wandering orphan buy. OYSTERS SIR. My native oysters here I cry, Gents and ladies come and buy. [Illustration] OLD CLOTHES. Daily streets and squares I range Calling clothes to sell or change. YOUNG LAMBS. In London streets I'm known full well, Two for a penny young lambs to sell. [Illustration] DOLLS TO SELL. Come buy a doll my little miss, You'll find no time as good as this. GREENS CABBAGES HO. London daily hears my cry, Carrots Turnips who will buy. [Illustration] BONNET BOX. Buy a Box for hat and cap, 'Twill keep them safe from all mishap. FLOWER GIRL. My basket daily I supply, Come buy my nosegays buy who'll buy. [Illustration] IMAGES. My casts are form'd to get my bread, And humble shelter for my head. MILK BELOW. At rise of morn my rounds I go, And daily cry my milk below. [Illustration] BALLAD SINGER. Listen to my tunes so gay, And buy a ballad of me pray. SWEEP SOOT HO. Comfort from my toil you reap, Then pray employ a little sweep. London: Printed and Published by S. MARKS & SONS, 72, Houndsditch. THE CRIES OF LONDON. [Illustration] FLOWERY WARE--ALL HOT! Here's taters hot, my little chaps, Now just lay out a copper, I'm known up and down the Strand, You'll not find any hotter. LONDON: GOODE, BROS., WHOLESALE STATIONERS AND TOY BOOK MANUFACTURERS, CLERKENWELL GREEN. [Illustration] CHERRIES, MY PRETTY MAIDS. Here's cherries, oh! my pretty maids, My cherries round and sound; Whitehearts, Kentish, or Blackhearts And only twopence a pound. [Illustration] FINE HAMPSHIRE RABBITS. Here I am with my rabbits Hanging on my pole, The finest Hampshire rabbits That e'er crept from a hole. [Illustration] HEARTHSTONE! HEARTHSTONE. Hearthstones my pretty maids, I sell them four a penny, Hearthstones, come buy of me, As long as I have any. [Illustration] DUST OH! DUST OH!