The Tinker's come to stop your holes, And Sauder all your Cracks; What e'er you think here's dainty Ink, And choice of Sealing-Wax: Come Maids bring out your Kitchin-stuff, Old Rags, or Women's Hair; I'll sell you Pins for Coney-skins, Come buy my Earthen-ware. Here's Limmons of the biggest size, With Eggs and Butter too; Brave News they say is come to Day, If _Jones's_ News be true: Here's Spiggot and fine Wooden-wares, With Fossets to put in; I'll bottom all your broken Chairs, Then pray let me begin. A Rabbit fat and plump I have, Young Maidens love the same; Come buy a Bird, I'm at a word, Or Pullet of the Game: I sell the best spice Ginger-Bread, You ever did eat before; While Madam _King_ her Dumplings, She crys from Door to Door. Come buy a Comb, or Buckle fine, For Girdle of your Lass; My Oysters too are very new, With Trumpet sounding glass: Your Lanthorn-horns I'll make them shine, And mend them very well; There's no Jack-line so good as mine, As I have here to sell. Come buy my Honey and my Book, For Cuckolds to peruse; Your Turnip-man is come again, To tell his Dames some News: I've Plumbs and Damsons very fine, With very good mellow Pears; Come buy a charming Dish of Fish, And give it to your Heirs. Come buy my Figs, before they're gone, Here's Custards of the best; And Mustard too, that's very new, Tho' you may think I Jest: My Holland-socks are very strong, Here's Eels to skip and play; My hot grey-pease buy if you please, For I come no more to Day. Old Suits or Cloaks, or Campaign Wigs, With Rusty Guns or Swords: When Whores or Pimps do buy my Shrimps, I never take their words: Your Chimney clean my Boy shall sweep, While I do him command; Card Matches cheap by lump or heap, The best in all the Land. Come taste and buy my Brandy-Wine, 'Tis newly come from _France_: This Powder now is good I vow, Which I have got by chance; New Mackerel the best I have, Of any in the Town; Here's Cloath to sell will please you well, As soft as any Down. Work for the Cooper, Maids give Ear, I'll hoop your Tubs and Pails: And if your sight it is not right, Here's that that never fails: Milk that is new come from the Cow, With Flounders fresh and fair; Here's Elder-buds to purge your Bloods, And Onions keen and rare. Small-coal young Maids I've brought you here, The best that e'er you us'd; Here's Cherries round and very sound, If they are not abus'd; Here's Pippings lately come from _Kent_, Pray taste and then you'll buy; But mind my Song, and then e'er long, You'll sing it as well as I. _The Lover's_ CHARM. [Music]