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The Cries of London.
Like a lark in the morning, with early song,
Comes the sweep with his sweet scot ho ;
Next the cherry- cheek'd damsel comes tripping along,
Do you want any milk, maids below ;
Dust ho dust, goes the tinkling bell,
> While sharp in each corner they look ;
Next the Jew with his bag and his clothes to sell,
Clothes to sell — any clothes.
Speaks,] Hip halloa Moashes, says a wag, have you
got any pork to-day ? Go along, you blackgar,
says he, any shoes, hats, or old clothes — any bat
shillings ?
Let none despise the merry merry cries
Of famous London town.
Any pen-knives, or razors, or scissars to grind ;
Any work for the cooper to-day ; ' :
Buy a bow-pot, Sir, it will please your mind ;
Oh ! d — n. it, stand out of the way.
Muffms ho, crumpets ho, pext ring in the ear ;
Any brick-dust, come Neddy stand, woah ;
Any lobsters, or Newcastle salmon, my dear;
Salmon, my dear, salmon, dear;
D'ye want any lily-white sand, ho.
Thus the various cries in harmony blend ;
Come, here is your nice curds and whey ;

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