Pub. 1800.

Lyrics: William Shakespeare (1st verse)

Will you buy any tape or lace for your cap,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
And silk and thread and toys for your head
Of the new'st and finest wear-a?
Come to the pedlar, money's a meddler
That doth utter all men's ware-a.

Here's bracelets and rings and other fine things
To make you spruce and nice-a;
With patches and paste and zones for your waist
I'll fit you in a trice-a.
Come to the pedlar, money's a meddler
That doth utter all men's ware-a.

Then maids be not slack, but come to my pack,
Make choice of what you'll buy-a;
For such dainty gear there's none far or near
Compar'd with what I cry-a.
Come to the pedlar, money's a meddler
That doth utter all men's ware-a.