Who'll Buy My Water Cresses - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Who'll Buy My Water Cresses? Copyright, 1871, by S. Brainard's Sons. Words by H. E. T. Music by Jules Lafort. 
Water cresses so bright and green-who'll buy cresses of me, I say? Down by the brook, all cool and clean, I gathered them fresh for you to-day. Crisp and cool from their mossy bed, bright and clear with the morning dew. Look! what beauties by streams fed, lady, dear lady, I brought to you. 
Chorus. Water cresses! water cresses! Who'll buy! who'll buy! who'll buy! who'll buy! Water cresses! water cresses! Who'll buy cresses to-day. 
From the dawn to the sunset red, I am busy as girl can be, Father is gone and mother is dead, and only Robbie is left to me. And he sits by the window pale, wondering why doesn't Effie come? he might sicken if I should fail his good nice supper to carry home.- Chorus. 
Little, you say? I'm the head of the house; I must earn whatever we eat; Robbie can work no more than a mouse, he never can stand on his poor lame feet. Tired? oh, no! though my feet are sore; one little bunch do please to buy; I must be home with my morning store; nobody's left but Robbie and I -Cho.