The Cries of London Lyrics – Thomas Weelkes
Singer: Thomas Weelkes
Title: The Cries of London
New oysters, new Wallfleet oysters;
New mussels, new lilywhite mussels;
New cockels, new great cockels, new;
New sprats, new sprats, new great sprats, new;
New plaice, plaice, plaice, new plaice, new;
New mackerel, mackerel, mackerel;
New haddock, haddock, haddock, new;
New thornback, new;
Quick periwinkles, quick; quick eels, quick, quick, quick
Hot apple pies, hot; hot pudding piеs, hot. hot pippin pies, hot; hot mutton pies, hot
Apples finе, pears fine, medlars fine, pippins fine, cherry ripe!
Ripe strawberry, ripe; fine Seville oranges, fine lemons, fine; fine pomegranates, fine
Ripe chestnuts, ripe, ripe walnuts, ripe; ripe walnuts, ripe
A good sausage, a good, and it be well roasted; go round about the capon, go round
O yez! If any man or woman, city or country, that can tell any tidings of a black mare with a white tail
Having but three legs and both her eyes out, with a great hole in her arse and there your snout
If there be any that can tell me any tidings of this mare, let him bring word to the Crier
And he shall be well rewarded for his labour, and God’s blessing, and God’s blessing
Tinkatink, tinkatink, tinkatink, tink, tinkatink, tinkatink, tinkatink, tink!
Have you any work for a tinker?
Have you any old bellows to mend?
Have you any wood to cleave?
Will you buy any blacking?
Have you any ends of gold or silver?
Broom, broom, broom; broom for old shoes and pouchrings, boots or buskins for new broom;
Broom, broom, broom. Have you any boots, maids, or have you any shoon, or an old pair of buskins?
Will you buy any broom? An old pair of boots, maids, or a new pair of shoon, or an old pair of buskins for all my green broom, green broom
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep!
Salt, salt, salt, salt, fine white salt, fine!
Have you any kitchen stuff, maids? Have you any coneyskins, coneyskins, maids?
Will you buy any milk today misteress?
I have fresh cheese and cream, I ha’ fresh!
White cabbage, white young cabbage, white! White turnips, white young turnips, white! White parsnips, white young parsnips, white!
White radish, white young radish! White lettuce, white young lettuce!
Now let us sing, now let us sing; and so we will make an end; with alleluia, with alleluia, with alleluia
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