Catches, canons and drinking songs
Come buy my fine wares Plumbs, Apples, and Pears, a Hundred a penny in Conscience too many, come will you have any?
My Children are Seven, my Children are Seven, I wish them in Heaven, I wish them, I wish them, I wish them in Heaven,
My Husband's a Sot, with his Pipe and his Pot, not a farthing will gain 'em, not a farthing will gain 'em, and I must maintain 'em.