The Cries of London

The Cries of London
Here`s fine rosemary, sage and thyme.Come buy my ground ivy.Here`s fetherfew, gilliflowers and rue.Come buy my knotted majorum, ho!Come buy my mint, my fine greenmint.Here`s fine lavender for your cloaths.Here`s parsley and winter=savory,And hearts-ease, which all do choose.Here`s balm and hissop, and cinquefoil,All fine herbs, it is well known.Let none despise the merry, merry criesOf famous London-town!Here`s fine herrings, eight a groat.Hot codlins, pies and tarts.New mackerel! have to sell.Come buy my Wellfleet oysters, ho!Come buy my whitings fine and new.Wives, shall I mend your husbands horns?I`ll grind your knives to please your wives,And very nicely cut your corns.Maids, have you any hair to sell,Either flaxen, black or brown?Let none despise the merry, merry criesOf famous London-town!