  Here’s fine rosemary, sage and thyme. Come, buy my ground ivy. Here’s featherfew, gilliflowers and rue. Come, buy my knotted marjoram, ho! Come, buy my mint, my fine green mint. Here’s fine lavender for your cloaths, Here’s parseley and winter savory, And heartsease which all do choose. Here’s balm and hyssop and cinquefoil, All fine herbs it is well known. Let none despise the merry, merry cries Of famous London Town. Here’s penny royal and marygolds. Come, buy my nettle-tops. Here’s water-cresses and scurvy grass, Come buy my sage of virtue, ho! Come, buy my wormwood and mugworts. Here’s all fine herbs of every sort. Here’s southernwood that’s very good. Dandelion and houseleek. Here’s dragon’s tongue and wood sorrel, With bear’s-foot and horehound. Let none despise the merry, merry cries Of famous London Town. Roxburghe Ballads. THE BOOK OF HERBS |
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