’Twas going of my rounds in the streets I did meet her, Oh, I thought she vas an hangel just come down from the sky, (Spoken) _She’d a nice wegitable countenance, Turnip nose, Redish cheeks, and Carroty hair_. And I never heard a woice more louder and more sweeter, Vhen she cried, buy my Primroses, my Primroses come buy. (Spoken) _Here’s your fine Colliflowers!_ Oh, my love she vas fair, and my love she vas kind, too, And cruel vas the judge vot my love had to try, (Spoken) _Here’s your precious Turnips!_ For thieving vas a thing she never vas inclined to, But he sent my love across the seas, far, far away. (Spoken) _Here’s your hard hearted Cabbages!_ For seven long years my love and I are parted, For seven long years, my love is bound to stay, (Spoken) _’Tis a precious long time ’fore I does any trade to-day_. Bad luck to the chap vot’d ever be false hearted, Oh, I’d love my love for ever, though she’s far away. (Spoken) _Here’s your nice heads of Sallary!_ There is some young men as is so precious deceitful, A coaxing of the young girls they wish to lead astray, (Spoken) _Here’s your Valnuts, crack ’em and try ’em, a shillin’ a hundred!_ As soon as they deceive ’em, so cruelly-ly they leave ’em, And they never sighs nor sorrows, ven they’re far avay. (Spoken) _Do you want any Hinguns to day, marm?_ Oh, I bought my love a ring, on the werry day she started, Vich I gave her as a token all to remember me, (Spoken) _Bless her heyes_. And vhen she does come back, oh, ve’ll never more be parted, But ve’ll marry, and be happy, oh, for ever and a day. (Spoken) _Here’s your fine spring Radishes!_ [Illustration] _HERE’S THE MAN A-COMING!_ IN Lunnon town each day, strange sayings will be springing, But, if you list to me, a new one I’ll be singing, As you go through the town, the people will be funning, One cries out, “Put it down, here’s the man a-coming!” ’Twas only t’other day, as sure as I’m a sinner, A leg of pork I bought, to have a slap up dinner; When, half way down the street, a young scamp came by, running, Says he “Guv’ner, drop that meat, here’s the man a-coming!” Young married folks, I fear, to extremes often dash on, They’re always in a fright, through studying the fashion; Each day with fear and dread, the tradesmen they are shunning, “Jem, get under the bed, here’s the tally man a-coming!” There’s lots of ups and downs, and lots of rummy dodgings, But I do it quite brown, in taking furnish’d lodgings: I own I’m very poor, to pay there is no fun in, So I always bolt the door, when I hear the landlord coming!