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orlando gibbons - the cries of london lyrics

god give you good morrow, my masters, past three o’clock and a fair morning
new mussels, new lilywhite mussels
new c-ckles, new great c-ckles
new great sprats, new
new great lampreys
new great smelts, new
new fresh herrings
new haddock, new
new th-rnback, new
hot apple pies, hot
hot pippin pies hot
fine pomegranates, fine
hot mutton pies, hot
buy a rope
ha’ ye any old bellows or trays to mend?
rosemary and bays quick and gentle
ripe chestnuts, ripe
buy a cover for a closestool
ripe walnuts, ripe
ripe small nuts, ripe
white cabbage, white young cabbage white
white turnips, white young turnips, white
white parsnips, white young parsnips, white
white lettuce, white young lettuce white
but any ink, will you buy any ink, very fine writing ink, will you buy any ink?
ha’ ye any rats or mice to k!ll?
i have ripe peascods, ripe
oysters, oysters, oysters, threepence a peck at bridewell dock, new wallfleet oysters
o yes! if any man or woman can tell any tidings of a grey mare with a long mane and a short tail;
she halts down right before, and is stark lame behind; and was lost the thirtieth day of february
he that can tell any tidings of her, let him come to the crier, and he shall have well for his hire
will you buy any fine tobacco?
ripe damsons, fine ripe damsons
hard garlic, hard
will you buy any aquavitae, mistress?
buy a barrel of samphire
what is’t you lack? fine wrought shirts or smocks?
perfum’d waistcoats, fine bone lace or edgings, sweet gloves, silk garters, very fine silk garters, fine combs or gl-sses
or a poking stick with a silver handle
old doublets, old doublets, old doublets, old doublets, old doublets, ha’ ye any old doublets?
ha’ ye any corns on your feet or toes?
fine potatoes, fine
will you buy any starch or clear complexion, mistress?
poor naked bedlam, tom’s acold, a small cut of thy bacon or a piece of thy sow’s side, good bess, god almighty bless thy wits
dame, dame, give me an egg for the worship of good friday, if your hens will not lay your c-ck must obey, with three golden staves on london bridge
quick periwinkles, quick, quick, quick
will you buy any scurvy gr-ss?
buy a new almanack
will you buy a brush, will you have any small coal?
buy a fine washing ball
good, gracious people, for the lord’s sake pity the poor women;
we lie cold and comfortless night and day on the bare boards in the dark dungeon in great misery
hot oatcakes, hot
dame, dame, give me an egg for the worship of good friday, if your hens will not lay your c-ck must obey, with three golden staves on london bridge
and so we make an end

will you go with a pair of oars?
will you go with me, sir?
i am sir john chimney’s man
a good sausage, a good, and it be roasted
go round about the capon, go round
i am your first man, sir!
hot puddings, hot
new oysters, new, new plaice, new
will ye buy any milk or frumenty?
o yes! if any man or woman can tell any tidings of a young wench of four and forty years old?
let him bring her to the crier, he shall have her for his hire
new mackrel, new
ha’ ye work for a tinker?
a tinker
old boots, old shoes, pouchrings for broom
will ye buy a mat for a bed?
ha’ ye any kitchen stuff, maids?
ha’ ye any work for a cooper?
what ends have you of gold or silver?
ripe strawberries, ripe
hot spic’d cakes hot
i ha’ ripe cowc-mbers, i ha’ ripe
salt, salt, salt, to barge to, hard onions, hard
rosasolis fine
fresh cheese and cream
what coneyskins have ye, maids?
salt, salt, to barge to
will you buy my dish of eels?
will you buy any aquavitae, mistress?
cherry ripe, apples fine, medlars fine
al’ a black, al’ a black, pips fine
will ye buy any straw?
new fresh herring at billingsgate, four a penny, five to many
white radish, white young radish, white radish, white young radish, white
hot pudding pies, hot
bread and meat for the poor pris’ners of the marshalsea
for christ jesus’ sake, bread and meat
have ye any wood to cleave?
soop, chimney soop, soop, chimney soop, soop, chimney soop, misteress
with a soop derry derry derry soop;
from the bottom to the top, soop, chimney, soop
then shall no soot fall in your porridge pot, with a soop derry derry derry soop
fine seville oranges, fine lemons
twelve o’clock, look well to your lock, your fire, and your light
and so good night

- orlando gibbons lyrics

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