In the 17th and 18th centuries, the streets of London were full of people selling their wares to anyone passing by. To get themselves noticed, the sellers would invent cries, which were often elaborate rhymes which they hoped would attract customers. Many of these are now lost to history, but I found some accompanying a selection of printed woodcuts.
My game are round and fat you see,
If on the price we can agree:
These ducks but one day since were shot,
And suit alike the spit or pot.
Or if for game you’re not inclin’d,
Here is a chicken to your mind.
Here is spice-cake for those good boys,
Who better love their books than toys;
And little girls may have their share,
As often as they sew with care:
Here he comes! his basket smokes;
BUY SOME SPICE, good little folks.
Here little girls will doubtless find
What cannot fail to please their mind;
Bedsteads of every size the best,
On which their painted dolls may rest:
And ‘tis but right that you should grant,
What you yourself so often want.
Alive and fresh, good herrings oh!
Six a groat, is cheap, you know.
Off Britain’s coast they late were caught,
And in a ship but just now brought.
If Mrs. Cook will dress them well,
Of their goodness you will tell;
Or if, to salt them you’re inclin’d,
There’s not a doubt they’ll suit your mind.
Little folks will lend an ear
When this pair approaches near;
Their buns are found so very nice,
They are always eager for a slice,
But if flour should rise anew,
To hot-cross buns we bid adieu.
In the Gazette GREAT NEWS to day,
The enemy is beat, they say. –
But, what, alas! will that avail?
Since war we still have to bewail.
Yet all are eager to be told
The news that new events unfold.
Nice mutton dumplings! smoking hot,
And just brought boiling from the pot:
Take my word, they are very good;
Besides, they make substantial food.
Consider now the price of meat,
And you’ll say they are also cheap.
These radishes, so fair and round,
To please the palate will be found;
Fourteen a penny is the price,
You’ll surely buy, they are so nice.
Try with a few good radishes,
How bread and butter relishes.
Old shoes! old hats! come little dear,
To hear me cry you need not fear;
There’s difference great between us two,
I always cry but seldom you,
And you cry tears I should suppose,
While I cry nothing but old Cloaths.
Fabulous! I’ve been reading a book on Victorian jargon (Speak Chuckaboo by Teagan Geneviene), and I do love to learn about old language, expressions, songs, and ditties. I’ll have to do a bit of digging here as well. Enjoy the rest of the week, Pete, and thanks!
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Glad you enjoyed these old street cries, Olga.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I did know “Hot cross buns”-always one of the first songs that my violin students learned!
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These old rhymes are the full versions, Michele. We sung a short version when I was a child.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Reblogged this on Kim's Musings.
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Thanks very much for reblogging, Kim.
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Love gingerbread Pete. Nearby Market Drayton claims to have invented it!
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According to this, the Greeks and Egyptians beat them to it, Rich. 🙂
https://www.thespruceeats.com/the-history-of-gingerbread-1135954
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Ha ha. Their better claim to fame is the birthplace of Clive of India!
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Fascinating! So much better than TV commercials!
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Bit of history!
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I wonder if today’s schoolchildren have any idea that this happened, Sue? I suspect not.
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I very much doubt they would….
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What a fascinating find!
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There is comprehensive reported history of the street cries, but these were the oldest I could find containing the full rhymes.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I was surprised by how elaborate they are. I remember a simpler version of “Hot cross buns” from Mother Goose.
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These are the ‘full versions’. Liz. I very much doubt they would have gone through the whole spiel all day, every day. 🙂
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I was wondering about that!
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Advertising at its finest. Warmest regards, Ed
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Before refrigeration, food sellers had to work fast to sell everything on the same day. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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And consumers had to consume it quickly. Warmest regards, Ed
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I read Herrings.
But, somehow, that one threw me off track.
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That’s an ouch! But a good ouch. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Here’s a great post for Historical fiction writers 😃
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Thank you, Chris. I left a comment.
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I responded, Pete 👍
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Love these stories of a bygone era…
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This is definitely a bygone era, John. Most of these date from well before 1800.
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Hi Pete, these are lovely, they gave me a smile 💞
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I’m very glad that you enjoyed them, Robbie.
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Cockles and mussels. Alive. Alive oh.
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That one is from Ireland, but the same thing. Thanks, Don.
Molly Malone.
In Dublin’s fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”
She was a fishmonger
And sure ’twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Best wishes, Pete.
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Life was very different but many problems were the same, rising prices and the latest war. I would love to time-travel back to see London as it was then. But I think I would not stay!
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I don’t think it would smell too good. A real assault on the nostrils! 🙂
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Very cool post…always glad to see a look back chuq
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This was looking back a long way, chuq. 🙂
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How berry interesting, like the carnival barkers of later years
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Yes indeed. Anything to attract customers, in a very crowded buyer’s market.
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oops, (very)
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I remember my father pulling a book off the shelf, I was probably ten. It was a British mystery of some sort and what recall is the character making his way through the crowded streets of Olde Towne and the “criers” and thought for a long time that London back then was full of miserable people crowding the street, sitting on the sidewalks and crying their eyes out.
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That’s understandable, Phil. There were still many wandering street traders when I was young. By then they had abbreviated their cries though. 🙂
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All I remember was the Winkle Man on Sunday afternoons. He’d come along pushing his cart and shouting ‘Winkle!’ at the top of his voice. Nan would send me out to buy a pint of winkles for Grandad’s tea.
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The one near used to shout “Shrimps, winkles, cockles. All fresh!” But my dad would already have bought the shellfish from a stall outside the local pub.
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I love this post all the old sayings, Tweeted 🙂 x
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I would imagine they abbreviated a lot of them as they walked around, Carol. 🙂
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I’m sure they did. Pete 🙂 xx
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Outside Waterloo station it was “Apples 10p or I can do you a bargain Guv. Tell ya what, just for you I do ya 2 for 20p. Can’t get a better deal than that”.
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The modern version of these sales pitches, Gavin. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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