The CHERRY GIRL, a favourite SONG.
SWEET cowslips I cry, and ground ivy I fell,
And round about London am known mighty well;
But when my sweet cowslips no longer abound,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
But when my sweet cowslips no longer abound,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
My green nonpariels through the winter I cry,
With one golden pippens for those that will buy;
But when the warm season of summer comes round,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
But when my sweet cowslips, etc.
I rise with the lark and to market repair,
And the choicest of fruit in my barrow I bear;
With full honest weight, & they're all round & sound,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
But when my sweet cowslips, etc.
Printed by J. and M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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