Jovial Tom of all Trads, OR, The Various Cries of London-City.  
Ye Noble-Hearted Jolly Blades,  
this truth of me you have;  
Tho' TOM be of so many Trades,  
he scorns to play the Knave.  
To the Tune of, A Begging we will go.  

This may be Printed  
R. P.   

 
MY name is Tom of all Trades,  
I range the Land about,  
And have good store of trading,  
let who's will go without:  

And a trading I will go,  
i'll go, i'll go,  
And a trading I will go.    

I am a Chimny-Sweeper,  
as black as any Coal,  
I call up Maids a mornings,  
to sweep their smoky hole:  

And a trading, etc.    

Sometimes I am a Tinker,  
and on my Pans I rap,  
Sometimes I am a Cooper,  
to stop the Water gap,  

And a trading, etc.    

I am a Costermonger,  
and through the street I cry,  
My curious fruit without dispute,  
will make you Apple-pye:  

And a trading I will go.  
will go, will go,  
And a trading I will go.    

 
 
I am a brave Shoemaker,  
and one of Crispin's crew,  
And has within my Budget,  
the bones of old Sir Hugh:  

And a trading, etc.    

I sell both Tape and Fillet,  
with Codpiss, points, and pins,  
With ends of Gold and silver,  
maids sell your Coney-skins,  

And a trading, etc.    

Here's dainty Hamp-Shire Honey,  
for why the case is thus,  
I fain would take some money,  
to fill my empty purse:  

And a trading, etc.    

Sometimes I am a Tailor,  
a calling much in use,  
Well furnished with Cabbage,  
besides a roasted Goose:  

And a trading, etc.    

Sometimes I am a Broom-man  
old shoes, or boots, or hats,  
But in the Winter Season,  
i'll furnish you with Sprats:  

And a trading, etc.    

Old Brass I am for buying,  
when profit I can find,  
Sometimes I room still crying,  
your knives and Shears to grind,  

And a trading, etc.    

Sometimes I am a Mountebank,  
and make a rebel rout,  
With plasters for your Corns Sir,  
and Pills to cure the gout:  

And a trading, etc.    

Sometimes I am a Sharper,  
when other trading falls,  
And then again a Barber,  
see hear my washing-Balls,  

And a trading, etc.    

There's no one can be riper,  
than I for these affairs,  
Sometimes I am a Piper,  
I play before the Bears:  

And a trading, etc.    

But yet for all those callings,  
I am a Miller born,  
And out of ev'ry Bushel,  
I pinch a peck of Corn,  

And a trading, etc.    

Farewell 'tis time in reason,  
to bid you all adieu,  
I'll find another season,  
to come and visit you:  

And a trading I will go,  
i'll go, i'll go,  
And a trading I will go.    
FINIS.   

Printed for J. Back, at the Blackboy on London-Bridge.