I like it    I don't like it

Smiling girls and rosy boys

Come and buy my little toys

Monkeys made of gingerbread

And sugar horses painted red



Rich men's children running past

Their fathers dressed in hose

Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes

Gazing eyes and running wild

Past the stocks and over stiles

Kiss the window merry child

But come and buy my toys



You've watched your father plough the fields with a ram's horn

Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn

Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill

The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest will

Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys

Leave the parsley on the stalls

Come and buy my toys



You shall own a cambric shirt

You shall work your father's land

But now you shall play in the market square

Till you'll be a man



Smiling girls and rosy boys

Come and buy my little toys

Monkeys made of gingerbread

And sugar horses painted red