Five pence, five pence,
Five pence for Troilus and Cressida.
Five pence, five pence,
Sandwich of mustard and cressida.
Comma skipped along the lane,
Five English pence in her pocket,
Into The Works without disdain,
And her eyes near leaped out of their sockets.
It was five pence, five pence,
Five pence for Troilus and Cressida.
Five pence, five pence,
Sandwich of mustard and cressida!
Comma looked the book about,
Though unfamiliar to her,
A bargain it was without a doubt,
She bought and took it with her.
She paid five pence, five pence,
Five pence for Troilus and Cressida.
Five pence, five pence,
Sandwich of mustard and cressida!
Oh Comma, will you read the play?
"Possibly not at least not very soon."
So why, then Comma, did you purchase the play?
"Because it was cheap, squire... the price made me swoon."
Dear reader you see it was five pence, five pence,
Five pence for Troilus and Cressida,
Five pence, five pence,
Sandwich of mustard and cressida!
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