[9: receiver of stolen property]
[10: house]




THE POTATO MAN [Notes]
[1775]

[from _The Ranelaugh Concert_...a choice collection of the newest
songs sung at all the public places of entertainment].


I

I am a saucy rolling blade, [1]
I fear not wet nor dry,
I keep a jack ass for my trade,
And thro' the streets do cry
_Chorus_. And they all rare potatoes be!
And they're, etc.

II

A moll I keep that sells fine fruit, [2]
There's no one brings more cly; [3]
She has all things the seasons suit,
While I my potatoes cry.
_Chorus_. And they all, etc.