Nephon's Song

Lady and gentlemen fays, come buy !
No pedlar has such a rich packet as I.

Who wants a gown
Of purple fold,
Embroider'd down
The seams with gold ?
See here ! — a Tulip richly laced
To please a royal fairy's taste !

Who wants a cap
Of crimson grand ?
By great good hap
I 've one on hand :
Look, sir ! — a Cock's-comb, flowering red,
'T is just the thing, sir, for your head !

Who wants a frock
Of vestal hue ?
Or snowy smock ? —
Fair maid, do you ?
O me ! — a Ladysmock so white !
Your bosom's self is not more bright.

Who wants to sport
A slender limb ?
I 've every sort
Of hose for him :
Both scarlet, striped, and yellow ones :
This Woodbine makes such pantaloons !

Who wants — (hush ! hush !)
A box of paint ?
'T will give a blush
Yet leave no taint :
This rose with natural rouge is fill'd,
From its own dewy leaves distill'd.

Then lady and gentlemen fays, come buy!
You never will meet such a merchant as I!