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A History of the Cries of London by Hindley

THE SORROWFUL LAMENTATIONS of the PEDLARS AND PETTY CHAPMEN


BUDGET.--_A Tinker._ "Have you any work for the tinker? Old brass, old pots, old kettles. I'll mend them all with a tara-tink, and never hurt your metal."

GUM.--_A Tooth drawer._ "Have you any corns upon your feet or toes? Any teeth to draw?"

JENNITING.--_An Apple wench._ "Come buy my pearmains, curious John Apples, dainty pippins? Come, who buy? who buy?"

CURDS.--_A fresh Cheese and Cream woman._ "I have fresh cheese and cream; I have fresh cheese and cream."

THE SORROWFUL LAMENTATIONS of the PEDLARS AND PETTY CHAPMEN, For the Hardness of the Times and the Decay of Trade. _To the Tune of_ "My Life and my Death."

"The times are grown hard, more harder than stone, And therefore the Pedlars may well make their moan, Lament and complain that trading is dead, That all the sweet golden days now are fled. Then maidens and men, come see what you lack, And buy the fine toys that I have in my pack!

"Come hither and view, here's choice and here's store, Here's all things to please ye, what would you have more? Here's points for the men, and pins for the maid, Then open your purses and be not afraid. Come, maidens, &c.

"Let none at a tester repent or

repine: Come bring me your money, and I'll make you fine; Young Billy shall look as spruce as the day, And pretty sweet Betty more finer than May. Then, maidens, &c.

"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.


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