| D | Am | C | G6 |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| Smiling girls and | rosy boys, | come and buy my | little toys, |
| D | Am | D | G | D | Am | |
| monkeys made of gi | nger bread a | nd sugar horses | painted red. |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| Rich men's childre | n running past their | fathers dressed in | hose, |
| D | Am | D | G | |
| golden hair and | mud of many | acres on their | shoes. |
| F6 | G | F6 | G | |
| Gazing eyes and | running wild, | past the stocks and | over stiles, |
| F6 | G | Am | D | Am | D | Am | |
| kiss the wind oh | merry child but | come and buy my | toys! |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| You've | watched your father | plough the fields | with a ram's | horn, |
| D | Am | D | G | D | Am | |
| sowed it wide with | peppercorn and | furrowed with a | bramble thorn. |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| Reaped it with a | sharpened scythe, | threshed it with a | quill, |
| D | Am | D | G | |
| the | miller told your | father that he'd | worked it with the | greatest will. |
| F6 | G | F6 | G | |
| Now your watching's | over you must | play with girls and | boys, |
| F6 | G | Am | D | Am | D | Am | |
| leave the parsley | on the stalls, | come and buy my | toys! |
| F | G7 | C | F | G7 | C | G | |
| You shall | own a | cambric | shirt, you shall | work your | fathers | land, |
| D | G | D | G | Gm | D | Am | D | Am | |
| but now you shall | play in the | market | square, | till you | be a | man. |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| Smiling girls and | rosy boys, | come and buy my | little toys, |
| D | Am | D | G | |
| monkeys made of | ginger bread and | sugar horses | painted red. |
| HY. |