A First Series of Hymns and Songs/Descriptive Songs/The Italian Pedlar Boy

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12. The Italian Pedlar Boy.

From the fair Sardinian shore,
I your markets come to store;
Muse not though so far I dwell,
And my wares come here to sell:
'Tis from the fear of hunger and cold.
Then come to my pack while I cry,
What d'ye lack, what d'ye buy?
For here it is to be sold.

Knives and scissors—thus I cry;
Thread and tape—come, ladies, buy;
Pins and needles—here you see
All of finest quality.
Things for the young, and things for the old.
Then come to my pack, &c.

Ladies! ah, you not'ing buy
From the poor Italian boy;
Yet I left my own dear home,
And to you, kind friends, am come.
Let me not die, then, of hunger and cold.

But come to my pack, &c. H. F.