Part 31 (2/2)

I'll do them well and there's little to pay; Any Knives or Scissors to grind, to-day?

If you've nothing for me, I'll go away.

_Door-Mat! Door-Mat, Buy a Door-Mat, Rope-mat! Rope-Mat! Buy a Rope-Mat._

[Ill.u.s.tration: ROPE MAT. DOOR MAT.]

Rope Mat! Door Mat! you really must Buy one to save the mud and dust; Think of the dirt brought from the street For the want of a Mat to wipe your feet.

_Clothes Props! Clothes Props! I say, good wives Clothes Props, all long and very strong, to-day._

[Ill.u.s.tration: CLOTHES PROPS, CLOTHES PROPS.]

Buy Clothes Props, Buy Clothes Props!

Pretty maids, or pretty wives, I say, I sell them half the price of the shops; So you'll buy of the old man, I pray.

_Come take a Peep, boys, take a Peep?

Girls, I've the wonder of the world._

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE RAREE-SHOW.]

Come take a Peep, each lady and gent, My Show is the best, I a.s.sure you; You'll not have the least cause to repent, For I'll strive all I can to allure you.

_Water Cresses! Fine Spring Water Cresses!

Three bunches a penny, young Water Cresses!_

[Ill.u.s.tration: WATER CRESSES. FRESH AND FINE.]

Young Cresses, fresh, at breakfast taken A relish will give to eggs and bacon!

My profit's small, for I put many In bunches sold at three a penny

_Mutton Pies! Mutton Pies! Mutton Pies, Come feast your eyes with my Mutton Pies._

[Ill.u.s.tration: WHO'LL BUY MY MUTTON PIES?]

Through London's long and busy streets, This honest woman cries, To every little boy she meets, Who'll buy my Mutton Pies?

_Please to Pity the Poor Old Fiddler!

Pity the Poor Old Blind Fiddler!_

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE POOR OLD FIDDLER.]

The poor old Fiddler goes his rounds, Along with old Dog Tray; The East of London mostly bounds His journeys for the day.

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