Fine knacks for ladies
Cheap, choice, brave and new
Good pennyworths but money cannot move
I keep a fair but for the fair to view
A beggar may be liberal of love
Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true

The heart is true
The heart is true

Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again
My trifles come as treasures from my mind
It is a precious jewel to be plain
Sometimes in shell the Orient's pearls we find
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain

Of me a grain
Of me a grain

Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain

Of me a grain
Of me a grain

Within this pack pins, points, laces and gloves
And divers toys fitting a country fair
But in my heart, where duty serves and loves
Turtles and twins, Court's brood, a heav'nly pair
Happy the man that thinks of no removes

Of no removes
Of no removes