Street cries were once a popular subject of songs and literature in Britain, continental Europe and elsewhere. Each month from 2018 onwards I'll be scanning and transcribing publications to build this collection.
+ British Isles pre-19th century
− British Isles 1800–49
The New Cries of London, with Characteristic Engravings 1803
The Cries of London, as They are Daily Exhibited in the Streets 1804
The Itinerant Traders of London in their Ordinary Costume 1804
London Cries for Children c. 1806
London Cries for Children 1810
Portraits of Curious Characters in London 1814
Etchings of Remarkable Beggars 1815
The Merry London Cries c. 1815
The Moving Market: or, Cries of London 1815
The Cries of London, Shewing How to Get a Penny for a Rainy Day c. 1820
The Moving Market; or, Cries of London c. 1820
The Cries of London, for the Instruction and Amusement of Good Children c. 1820
Costume of the Lower Orders of London 1820
Rowlandson's Characteristic Sketches of the Lower Orders 1820
Sam Syntax's Description of the Cries of London 1821
Costume of the Lower Orders of the Metropolis 1822
The Cries of London, Drawn from Life 1823
London Melodies; Or, Cries of the Seasons c. 1825
The Every-Day Book and Table Book 1827
The Cries of London, Coloured c. 1830
The Cries in the Streets of London c. 1830
The Cries of Banbury and London c. 1837
The Cries of London: Exhibiting Several of the Itinerant Traders 1839
Knight's London: Street Noises 1841
FLOUNDERS! LIVE FLOUNDERS.
Buy my live Plaice or Flounders.
HOWEVER ugly be his look,
An honest fellow is Tom Brook,
Who sells fine plaice and flounder;
Yet if he drink to such excess,
No difficulty ’tis to guess
His smack will quickly founder.
Then, Tommy, pr’ythee now attend
The admonitions of a friend,
Tho’ ’tis with pain I tell them;
Else quickly thou no more wilt tread
The streets with flounders on thy head,
Nor longer live to sell them.
NUTS FOR NOTHING, ALL PRIZES & NO BLANKS.
Gingerbread Nuts: Nuts for nothing: All Prizes and no Blanks. — Come, who’ll have a turn at my Merry-go-round?
WITH cannister, apron, and curious cock’d hat,
See old Bobby Shortly for humour renown’d,
Who ev’ry advantage will tel you, quite pat,
That results from your turning his merry-go-round.
“Here’s gingerbread nuts — Nuts for nothing!” he cries,
“You know not how many, by chance, you may win:
“My board has no blanks, so you’re sure of a prize;
“Come, come, my brave fellows, and cheerfully spin.”
Around him the little ones hastily throng,
And each is full anxious his turn to attend,
But the few nuts they gain prove them all in the wrong,
Their time and their money thus simply to spend.
FRESH GATHERED SCARLET STRAWBERRIES.
Scarlet Strawberries.
PRIDE of the woods! though not elate
With their own merits, next we wait
On strawberries, whose odour nice
Arabian incense far outvies;
Whose glowing cheek by far outgoes
The blushes of the new-born rose;
Whose stem no prickly thorns invade;
Whose modest face their foliage shade;
To whom the breath of British maids,
Though always sweet, with envy fades;
And who, with rural peace and love,
Thrive best beneath their native grove:
Your praise, whene’er the Muse will bring
Sweet inspiration, I will sing.
GREEN AND YOUNG HASTINGS!
Green Hastings.
“GREEN Hastings, ho!” this fellow cries,
As through the streets he passes;
“I’ll warrant they’ll prove wond’rous nice,
“Ye lads and buxom lasses.
“As sugar sweet, as grass they’re green,
“I’ll give you ample measure,
“And when they’re nicely boil’d, I ween
“Each customer they’ll pleasure.
“Come my good girls, your aprons hold
“Your money, boys, be telling;
“Be quick, or all will soon be sold,
“For these are worth the shelling.”
IMAGES, VERY PRETTY! VERY FINE.
Fine Images.
ITALIA‘s sun-burnt native here
Does to your view display
His curious imitative ware,
With gold and colours gay.
The cat and parrot here he shows,
The poet and the priest,
With soldiers, sailors, belles and beaus,
And many a nameless beast.
Edward and Tommy gazing stand,
And each the show admires;
While puss is borne on Kitty’s hand,
And Jane her bird admires.
ANY WORK FOR THE COOPER.
Any Work for the Cooper?
NO cooper that patroles the street
Compares to William Farrel,
A washing-tub for mending neat,
Or hooping well a barrel.
Whene’er a vessel gets a bruise,
By slipping off the stopper,
Old Farrel I would have you chuse,
As soon as any cooper.
For as he liquor always lov’d,
And ever would be tasting,
By this good maxim he is mov’d —
“A sin depends on wasting.”
EELS! LIVE EELS.
A Groat a pound, Eels.
IMMERGED in a bed of sand,
Her eels this woman carries,
Far as Old Shadwell to the Strand,
And seldom stops or tarries.
A writer of no small renown
This solid truth reveals,
That many folks in this great town
More slipp’ry are than eels.
But O! that ev’ry rising youth
May just and pious prove;
Then will his lips be fill’d with truth,
His heart with filial love.
DUST HO!
Dust, Ho!
WHENE’ER, ye maids, the loud Dust Ho!
Or his well-sounding bell ye hear,
Permit him through the house to go,
That he your tubs from dirt may clear,
And when his cart is loaded well,
His route he to the field pursues,
Where many lab’ring poor can tell,
That even rubbish has its use.
Paper from rags, from bones an oil,
From ashes fuel they procure,
E’en vegetables mend the soil,
And form an excellent manure.
COME BUY MY WATER CRESSES.
Come buy my Water Cresses.
WHEN boist’rous winds and heavy rains
Sweep o’er the chearless, sounding pool,
Or snow and chilling frost detains
The ling’ring, shiv’ring boy from school.
Or when re-animating Spring
Gaily embroiders ev’ry field,
While tuneful birds responsive sing,
And op’ning flow’rs new odours yield.
This artless girl each morning cries,
Her water-cresses through the town;
Then to her mother’s cot she hies,
And, thankful, lays her earnings down.
HERE’S YOUR FINE NATIVES, THREE A PENNY, ALL FAT AND GOOD O.
Three a penny Oysters.
MONTHS with an R in
Good oysters appear in;
But when the R‘s out, we
Suppose they are naughty:
In winter, however,
This fellow, so clever,
Will strive to content ye,
And serve you in plenty:
No Colchester oyster
Is sweeter or moister;
No Wainfleet or Melton
Such juice e’er was felt on,
Come then and make trial,
Without more denial.
MACKAREL, NEW MACKAREL.
New Mackarel.
WHEN fresh and from the sea quite new,
The mack’rel, with a glowing hue
Of red and purple, green and gold,
In rays most beauteous to behold,
At once attracts the astonish’d sight,
And tickles ev’ry appetite.
With judgment if you cook the dish,
Turbot’s, you say, the king of fish;
But mack’rel, when ’tis nicely drest,
You’ll grant to be the queen at least;
And I, for cod or turbot fine,
My mack’rel never will resign.
GREEN AND LARGE CUCUMBERS.
Green and large Cucumbers.
GREEN cucumbers, however nice,
By all who prudent are and wise,
And health prefer to choicest dainty,
Will ne’er be eaten in great plenty;
Their properties, so deadly cold,
Agree not with the human mould,
But oft to dangerous sickness move,
And sometimes actual poison prove:
Yet some will readily prefer
To wholesome food a cucumber,
Studious alone their taste to please,
And careless of their health and ease.
COME MY LITTLE HEROES! HERE ARE COLORS FOR ALL REGIMENTS.
Come my little Heroes, here are Colours for all Regiments.
HOW vain are the vaunts of our numerous foes,
Who threat our coasts to invade,
While each British bosom with loyalty glows,
And not e’en a school-boy’s afraid.
Behold the brave fellow who chearfully spends
His money, a standard to gain;
Then joins, with proud triumph, his juvenile friends,
And marches them over the plain.
“Give us our weapons,” the striplings all cry,
“Our colours, ye officers, bring,
“The hosts of proud France we’ll united defy,
“And fight for our country and king.”
GOOSEBERRIES, A PENNY A PINT GOOSEBERRIES.
Rare green Gooseberries; a penny a pint, Gooseberries.
GREEN gooseberries are ever good,
A nice light crust betwixt,
And wholesome cooling summer food,
With milk and sugar mixt.
But see the wicked pilf’rer stand,
With guilty, leering eyes,
Slily he stretches out his hand,
To grasp the destin’d prize.
The Newgate turn-key views the fact,
And thus predicts his doom: —
“He who so wickedly can act,
“Shall to the gallows come.”
BUY A LIVE GOOSE?
Buy my ’live Geese; Geese all alive ho!
“HERE‘s geese all alive ho! Come, Londoners, buy,
“Remember ’tis Michaelmas tide,
“There’s none,” says old John, “will deal fairer than I,
“So a goose for your dinner provide.”
Then strait with his crook an old gander he takes,
And warrants he’ll prove wond’rous nice;
But a more prudent choice Goody Market soon makes,
And insists on a moderate price.
Old John haggles hard, but at last is content
His customer’s cash to obtain;
And the poor famish’d goose, with its journey quite spent,
Is eager some victuals to gain.
APPLES ALL HOT & READY ROASTED.
Apples al hot, and ready roasted.
FOR roasted apples as he goes
To school, young master lingers,
For by experience well he knows,
They’ll warm his frozen fingers.
Children who can their lesson read,
Nor blundering, nor skipping,
Will often, to their joy, be fee’d
With a fine roasted pippin.
And when permission they obtain
To scate upon the ice,
They’ll run to buy of Goody Lane,
Whose fruit is always nice.