Apples for a Penny

1 My name, you see, is Kitty,
I've just come from the city
To sing this little ditty,
And pleas you, one and all.
I bro't along my basket,
My little jeweled casket;
My business- do not ask it,
For I'm going to explain.

Chorus:
Apples, for a penny,
Here's your fine strawberries,
Peaches, plums and cherries,
You may taste before you buy;
Apples, for a penny,
Here's your fine strawberries,
Peaches, plums and cherries,
You may taste before you buy.

2 Only just a penny,
You know you have so many;
I really haven't any,
As you can plainly see.
My heart is nearly breaking,
For nothing I am making;
I feel like one forsaken,
So I'll bid you all adieu. [Chorus]


Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #179