The Cries Of London - Les Sacqueboutiers, Орландо Гиббонс

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