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APPLES	A
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Come buy my fine wares	B
Plums apples and pears	B
A hundred a penny	C
In conscience too many	C
Come will you have any	C
My children are seven	D
I wish them in Heaven	D
My husband a sot	E
With his pipe and his pot	F
Not a farthing will gain them	G
And I must maintain them	G
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ASPARAGUS	H
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Ripe 'sparagrass	H
Fit for lad or lass	H
To make their water pass	H
O 'tis pretty picking	I
With a tender chicken	D
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ONIONS	H
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Come follow me by the smell	J
Here are delicate onions to sell	J
I promise to use you well	J
They make the blood warmer	K
You'll feed like a farmer	K
For this is every cook's opinion	D
No savoury dish without an onion	D
But lest your kissing should be spoil'd	L
Your onions must be thoroughly boil'd	L
Or else you may spare	M
Your mistress a share	M
The secret will never be known	N
She cannot discover	K
The breath of her lover	K
But think it as sweet as her own	N
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OYSTERS	H
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Charming oysters I cry	O
My masters come buy	O
So plump and so fresh	P
So sweet is their flesh	P
No Colchester oyster	K
Is sweeter and moister	K
Your stomach they settle	Q
And rouse up your mettle	Q
They'll make you a dad	R
Of a lass or a lad	R
And madam your wife	S
They'll please to the life	S
Be she barren be she old	T
Be she slut or be she scold	T
Eat my oysters and lie near her	K
She'll be fruitful never fear her	K
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HERRINGS	H
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Be not sparing	I
Leave off swearing	I
Buy my herring	I
Fresh from Malahide	U
Better never was tried	U
Come eat them with pure fresh butter and mustard	V
Their bellies are soft and as white as a custard	V
Come sixpence a dozen to get me some bread	W
Or like my own herrings I soon shall be dead	W

Jonathan Swift

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