Lawn as white as driven snow;
Cyprus black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
Bugle bracelet, necklace amber
Perfume for a lady’s chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers
For my lads to give their dears:
Pins and poking-sticks of steel
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy