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 field with a ram's horn

Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble
thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threshed 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