Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Cries Of London, artist - Les SacqueboutiersDate of issue: 11.06.2006
Song language: English
The Cries Of London |
| God give you good morrow, my masters, past three o’clock and a fair morning |
| New mussels, new lilywhite mussels |
| New cockles, new great cockles |
| New great sprats, new |
| New great lampreys |
| New great smelts, new |
| New fresh herrings |
| New haddock, new |
| New thornback, 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 kill? |
| 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 glasses |
| 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 cock must obey, with three golden staves on London bridge |
| Quick periwinkles, quick, quick, quick |
| Will you buy any scurvy grass? |
| 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 cock 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 cowcumbers, 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 |