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.