4 THE TUMBLER. 
 
 MILK MAID. 
 
 The Tumbler's expert, 
 On feet or on hands ; 
 
 Turns summersets, vaults, 
 Or on his head stands. 
 
 THE SPIDER. 
 
 Come, Jenny, good spinner, 
 Come down, to your dinner, 
 
 And taste the leg of a fly ; 
 Then all you good people 
 Look near the church steeple, 
 
 And see a good boy who don't cry. 
 
 The Milk-woman's here, 
 With pails, to avow 
 
 Her cream and her milk 
 Are fresh from the cow. 
 
 Hush a bye, baby, 
 
 On the tree-top ; 
 When the wind blows, 
 
 Cradle will rock ; 
 When the bough breaks, 
 
 Cradle will /all ; 
 Down will come baby, 
 
 Cradle and all ! 
 
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 RABBITS. 
 
 Here — Rabbits, wild and tame, 
 Here — Rabbits great and small, 
 
 From warren-royal came, 
 I wish to please you all. 
 
 As I was going to Banbury, 
 
 Upon a summer's day; 
 My dame had butter, eggs, and fruit, 
 
 And I had corn and hay : 
 Joe drove the ox and Tom the swine, 
 
 Dick took the foal and mare, 
 I sold them all — then home to dine, 
 
 From famous Banbury fair. 
 
 THE 
 
 Cries of Banbury 
 
 AND LONDON, 
 
 AN D 
 
 Celebrated Stories. 
 
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 BANBURY : 
 PRINTED BY J. G. RUSHER. 
 
THE SHOEBLACK. 
 
 Black your Shoes, your honour? 
 
 Here's Finiky Hawkes, 
 
 As busy as any ; 
 Will well black your shoes, 
 
 And charge but a penny. 
 
 Story :— Fingers of the Feet. 
 Let us n to the wood ? said this pig. 
 And what shall we do there ? savs that 
 
 To look for my mother, said this pig. 
 She's gone for my father, says that pig. 
 They'll come home to dinner, said this 
 
 STRAWBERRIES. 
 
 Here Strawberries, the best, 
 Nice Hautboys, fresh and fine; 
 
 With cream, by all confest, 
 Delicious vespertine. 
 
 An old woman sat spinning, 
 And that's the beginning: 
 
 She had a calf, 
 
 And that is half; 
 She took it by the tail, 
 And threw it o'er the rail : 
 
 And that's my story all, 
 
 Except one of Dog Ball. 
 
 10 FINE SPRATS. 
 
 Dame Dolly's shrill cry, 
 Repeated by brats ; — 
 
 " Kind customers buy 
 
 Dame Dolly's fine sprats ? 
 
 Here's hub a dub dub, 
 
 Three men in a tub ; 
 And how do you think they got there ? 
 
 Butcher and Baker 
 
 Candlestick-maker 
 Jump 'd out withjroasted potatoe ! 
 'Tvvas enough to make a man stare. 
 
 Now the Dustman's arrived, 
 To earn him a crust, O ; 
 
 To take off' your refuse, 
 So down with the dust, ! 
 
 There were two Blackbirds 
 
 Sat on a hill ; 
 The one was nam'd Jack, 
 
 And t'other Jill : 
 When Jack flew away, 
 
 Around the mill ; 
 Then Jack did return 
 
 To Mistress Jill. 
 
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 THE DRUMMER. 
 
 POTATOES. 
 
 The Drummer goes round, 
 ^ T' intice, if he can, 
 Young master and miss 
 To his caravan. 
 
 POOR ROBIN. 
 The north winds do blow, 
 And we shall have snow 
 And what will Poor Robin do then, 
 poor thing ? 
 He'll sit in the barn, 
 And keep himself warm, 
 And put his head under his wing, 
 poor thing ! 
 
 Potatoes and apples, 
 And peas, the fat marrow, 
 
 Dame Durgm can sell you 
 From her well-stored barrow. 
 
 FINE OYSTERS. 
 
 My fine Native Oysters, 
 Fresh and fine, are the best, 
 
 For court or for cloisters, 
 For yourselves or your gwest. 
 
 14 THE WHEELWRIGHT. 
 
 ORANGES. 
 
 The Wheelwright makes his wheel, 
 For carriage, strong and good ; 
 
 Of iron, or wood, or steel, 
 To gain a livelihood. 
 
 There was an old woman, 
 
 Who lived in a shoe ; 
 Had so many children, 
 
 Didn't know what to do ; 
 So she gave them some broth, 
 
 Without any bread ; 
 Then whipt them all soundly, 
 
 And sent them to bed. 
 
 Here Oranges sweet, 
 Fi om China are come : 
 
 Here Apples and Pears, 
 And sweet Oiline Plum 
 
 PITY THE POOR. 
 Pity a poor old man, 
 
 Who tremhles at your door ; 
 His days the shortest span, — 
 
 Relieve, and bless vour store. 
 
8 THE POSTMAN. 
 
 THE WAX-WORK. 9 
 
 The Postman hurries forth, 
 To bring you daily news; 
 
 From east, west, south, or north, 
 T'instruct and to amuse. 
 
 There was a man of Thessaly, 
 
 He was not wondrous wise; 
 He jump'd into a quick-set hedge, 
 
 And scratch 'd out both his eyes : 
 But when he found his eyes were out, 
 
 With all his might and main, 
 He jump'd into another hedge, 
 
 To scratch them in again ! 
 
 Tussaud's Beef-eater pay, 
 To see her famed wax-work ; 
 
 Kings, queens, and ladies gay, 
 Or English, French, or Turk ! 
 
 Little Willie Winkie 
 
 Runs through all the town, 
 Both up stairs and down stairs, 
 
 All in his night-gown ; 
 Rapping at the window, 
 
 And crying through the lock — 
 Are children in their beds ? 
 
 For now 'tis eight o'clock ! 
 
 THE HAWKER. 
 
 OLD CLOTHES. 
 
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 Here, ladies, are cotton. 
 Combs, needles, and laces ; 
 
 For gentlemen — razors, 
 
 And shoe-strings, and braces. 
 
 I once saw a little bird, 
 
 Come, hop, hop, hop, 
 So I cried, My little bird, 
 
 Come, stop, stop, stop. 
 Was going to the window 
 
 To say — How d'ye do ? 
 But he shook his little tail, 
 
 And far oil' he flew. 
 
 This man cries Old Clothes ! 
 
 To buy or to sell ; 
 Hats, coats, shoes, and hose, 
 
 What more I can't tell. 
 
 THE GRENADIER. 
 
 Who comes here ? Where's vour money 
 A Grenadier, I forgot ; 
 
 What d'ye want ? Get you gone, you 
 A pint of beer. Silly sot.