Catches, canons and drinking songs
Be not sparing, Leave off swearing, buy my
Herring, buy my Herring, my Herring, buy my Herring,
Fresh from "Malahide," better ne'er was try'd, Come
eat 'em with pure fresh Butter, and Mustard, their Bellies are soft, and as white as a Custard, Come
sixpence a dozen to get me some Bread, Or like my own Herrings I soon shall be Dead.