Lawn as white as driven snow;
Cy-press 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.
Come buy, come buy,
Come buy, or else, or else your lasses cry,
Come buy, come buy, come buy, come buy!
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