HARRY THE HAWKER (Martin Graebe) Old Harry the Hawker is dead No more he'll bring his boot hooks and laces And fancy goods from foreign places Old Harry the Hawker is dead Old Harry the Hawker is dead No more he'll bring his knives and forks The finest Sheffield cutlers works Old Harry the Hawker is dead Knives and forks, boots hooks and laces And fancy goods from foreign places Old Harry the Hawker is dead. Old Harry the Hawker is dead No more he'll bring his lamps and candles In holders of brass and graven handles Old Harry the Hawker is dead. Lamps and candles, knives and forks, etc. Old Harry the Hawker is dead No more he'll bring his needles and pins In penny boxes and tupenny tins Old Harry the Hawker is dead Needles and pins, lamps and candles, etc. Old Harry the Hawker is dead No more he'll bring his ribbons and sashes To brighten our hearts with their colourful splashes Old Harry the Hawker is dead Ribbons and sashes, needles and pins, etc. Old Harry the Hawker is dead No more he'll bring his songs and snatches His frisky jigs and cheerful catches Old Harry the Hawker is dead Songs and snatches, ribbons and sashes, etc. Old Harry the Hawker is dead No more he'll bring his jokes and smiles Collected from England's many fair miles Old Harry the Hawker is dead Jokes and smiles. songs and snatches, etc. Harry the Hawker, written by Martin Graebe.
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