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