"To buy a new license your money I crave; 'Tis that which I want, and 'tis that which you have: Exchange then a groat for some pretty toy, Come, buy this fine whistle for your little boy. Come, maidens, &c. "Here's garters for hose, and cotton for shoes. And there's a gilt bodkin, which none would refuse: This bodkin let John give to sweet Mistriss Jane, And then of unkindness he shall not complain. Come, maidens, &c. "Come buy this fine coife, this dressing, or hood, And let not your money come like drops of blood: The Pedlar may well of his fortune complain If he brings all his ware to the market in vaine. Then, maidens, &c. "Here's band strings for men, and there you have lace, Bone-lace to adorn the fair virgin's sweet face: Whatever you like, if you will but pay, As soon as you please you may take it away. Then, maidens, &c. "The world is so hard that we find little trade, Although we have all things to please every maid: Come, pretty fair maids, then make no delay, But give me your hansel, and pack me away. Come, maidens, &c. "Here's all things that's fine, and all things that's rare, All modish and neat, all new London ware: Variety here you plainly may see, Then give me your money, and we will agree. Come, maidens, &c. "We travel all day through dirt and through mire, To fetch you fine laces and what you desire; No pains do we spare to bring you choice ware, As gloves and perfumes, and sweet powder for hair. Then, maidens, &c. "We have choice of songs, and merry books, too, All pleasant and witty, delightful and new, Which every young swain may whistle at plough, And every fair milk-maid may sing at her cow. Then, maidens, &c. "Since trading's so dead we must needs complain, And, therefore, pray let us have some little gain: If you will be free, we will you supply With what you do want; therefore, pray come and buy. The world is so hard, that although we take pains, When we look in our purses we find little gains. "Printed for J. BACK, at the Black-boy, on London Bridge."