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 is the heart that thinks of no removes, of no removes, of no removes