Cries of London
(Walker)

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All round and sound, my Ripe Kentish Cherries.

All round and sound, my Ripe Kentish Cherries,

Who such Cherries could see,

And not tempted be

To wish he possessed a small share?

But observe, I say small,

For those who want all,

Deserve not to taste of such fare.