Jovial Tom of all trads [sic], or, The Various cries of London-city to the tune of A Begging we will go.

Jovial Tom of all Trads, OR, The Various Cries of London-City.

Ye Noble-Hearted Jolly Blades, this truth of me you have; Tho' TOM be of so many Trades, he scorns to play the Knave.

To the Tune of, A Begging we will go.

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R. P.

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MY name is Tom of all Trades, I range the Land about, And have good store of trading, let who's will go without:

And a trading I will go, i'le go, i'le go, And a trading I will go.

I am a Chimny-Sweeper, as black as any Cole, I call up Maids a mornings, to sweep their smoaky hole:

And a trading, &c.

Sometimes I am a Tinker, and on my Pans I rap, Sometimes I am a Cooper, to stop the Water gap,

And a trading, &c.

I am a Coster-Monger, and through the street I cry, My curious fruit without dispute, will make you Apple-pye:

And a trading I will go. will go, will go, And a trading I will go.

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I am a brave Shoo-maker, and one of Crispins crew, And has within my Budget, the bones of old Sir Hugh:

And a trading, &c.

I sell both Tape and Fillet, with Codpiss, points, and pins, With ends of Gold and silver, maids sell your Coney-skins,

And a trading, &c.

Here's dainty Hamp-Shire Honey, for why the case is thus, I fain would take some money, to fill my empty purse:

And a trading, &c.

Sometimes I am a Taylor, a calling much in use, Well furnished with Cabbidge, besides a roasted Goose:

And a trading, &c.

Sometimes I am a Broom-man old shooes, or boots, or hats, But in the Winter Season, i'le furnish you with Sprats:

And a trading, &c.

Old Brass I am for buying, when profit I can find, Sometimes I rome still crying, your knives and Sheers to grind,

And a trading, &c.

Sometimes I am a Mountebank, and make a rebel rout, With plaisters for your Corns Sir, and Pills to cure the gout:

And a trading, &c.

Sometimes I am a Sharper, when other trading falls, And then again a Barber, see hear my washing-Balls,

And a trading, &c.

There's no one can be riper, then I for these affairs, Sometimes I am a Piper, I play before the Bears:

And a trading, &c.

But yet for all those callings, I am a Miller born, And out of e'ry Bushel, I pinch a peck of Corn,

And a trading, &c.

Farewel tis time in reason, to bid you all adieu, I'le find another season, to come and visit you:

And a trading I will go, i'le go, i'le go, And a trading I will go.

FINIS.