The jovial pedlar. OR,  
A merry new Ditty  
Which is both harmless  
Pleasant and witty.  
To a pleasant new tune.  

 

Here was a jovial Pebler,  
And he cried coney-skins,  
●●d on his back he had a pack  
●●ll of points and pins,  
●●th laces and braces  
●d other pretty things.  
hay down he down   

With a hay down, down,  
Down, derry, derry, down,  
The pedlar, never ●…ins  
But still doth cry  
So merry merrily,  
Maids have you any coney, coney skins.   

Maids bring out your coney-skins,  
The pedlar doth you pray  
For them you may have points or pins  
Be they bla●● 〈◊〉 grey,   

The Pedlar to an alehouse went  
And called for beer and ale,  
In midst of all his merriment  
His purse began to fail.  
His laces and braces  
And all his pretty things  
hey down,  
With a hay down, down,  
Down.   

When he came to pay the shot  
His heart grew very cold,  
For he had broke a black pot  
Which made his Ostesss Scold.  
And all his money spent  
Which made him to lament  
hey down  
With a day   

The pedlar took his coney-skins,  
And his Cob, web Lawn,  
The pedlar took his points and pins,  
laid them there to pawn:  
〈…〉 ●nd braces▪    

The second part  
to the same tune  
 

The pedlar he went drunk to bed,  
And when he did awake,  
When he remembered what he did,  
It made his heart to ache.  
His hostess had his ware,  
And left him very bare.  
hay down   

He to his hostess fair did say,  
And did prevail so far,  
He got his ware of her again,  
And took his leave of her:  
He took up his pack  
And hung it on his back.  
hay down.   

The highway it was very deep  
Which sorely troubled him,  
Through the water did he creep,  
And set his ware to swim:  
His lates and braces,  
And all his pretty things.  
hay down,   

The pedlar on a hill did get,  
And laid his ware to dry,  
His coney-skins was very wet.  
Which grieved him wondrously  
His laces and braces,  
And all his pretty things.  
hay down.   

The pedlar he fell fast asleep,  
And as a sleep he lay:  
Up the hill a Knave did creep,  
And steel his ware away,  
His laces and braces,  
And all his pretty things.  
hay down.   

The pedlar waked from his sleep,  
sound his ware was gone,  
〈…〉 eep  
With an empty pack  
To show what he did lack  
hay down,   

There was two lovely lass,  
That in one house old dwell.  
The one of them was bony Kate,  
The other bouncing Nell:  
And either of them both had coney-skins to sell.  
hay down   

Kate brought forth her coney-skins  
From underneath the Laires,  
They were as black as any jet,  
And full of silver hairs:  
The pedlar would have bought them  
Rather than his ears.  
hay down,   

Nell brought forth hers to sell  
One of another view,  
They were as good as good might be  
And that the pedlar knew.  
The saucy Jack set down his pack,  
And set his wares to view,  
hay down   

Bess went tripping o'er the green  
With one poor coney-skin,  
Because she would not have it seen,  
Or known where she had been:  
She closely hid the same  
Until the pedlar came.  
hay down,   

The Maidens of Camberwell  
Brought forth their skins,  
But when they came their ware to sell,  
The pedlar head no pins,  
Nor laces, nor ●races,  
Nor suc● pr●ty ●●ings.  
hay down,   

The Maidens have trust  
With their coney skins,  
and he hat● 〈…〉' d