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                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Tandeciarz                                                                                                                                                                        W rogu ulicy przy bramie                                                                                                                                                                                                     Stoi z koszykiem Żyd stary:                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Jak Icek w warszawskiej dramie                                                                                                                                                                                       Zachwala swoje towary.                                                                                                                                                          I nie przepuści nikogo,,                                                                                                                                                      Aż się nawrzeszczy do syta:                                                                                                                                         -„Ja wszystko przedam niedrogo,                                                                                                                                                             Niech tylko jegomość spyta!                                                                                                                                                                                       Niech jasne państwo pozwoli                                                                                                                                            Obaczyć towar wszelaki:                                                                                                                                                                                                    Mydło, co brzytew goli,                                                                                                                                                            Jak gdyby piśmiennik jaki;                                                                                                                                                                   Karty, co zmieniać się mogą,                                                                                                                                                                                                                    To bardzo rzecz wyśmienita!                                                                                                                                                                      Och! ja przedaję niedrogo,                                                                                                                                        Niech tylko jegomość spyta!                                                                                                                                                    Ot, cybuch! bursztyn jak jaje,                                                                                                                                  Nie włożysz w usta, tak duży;                                                                                                                                                              Wnet jasnym panem się zdaje,                                                                                                                                    Kto tylko z niego zakurzy.                                                                                                                                                                                Można na szlachtę ubogą                                                                                                                                                       Dym puścić, gdy się z nią wita.                                                                                                                                                Och! ja przedaję niedrogo,                                                                                                                            Niech tylko jegomość spyta!                                                                                                                                                   Mam dzwonek – u tego dzwonka                                                                                                                               Serduszko takie jest przednie:                                                                                                                                                           Jak pan w salonie zabrząka,                                                                                                                                                                                          Służba ze strachu poblednie.                                                                                                                                                          Lecz trzeba trzymać ją srogo,                                                                                                                                                          Bo z dzwonka może być kwita;                                                                                                                                  Och! ja przedaję niedrogo,                                                                                                                                                                                                  Niech tylko jegomość spyta1                                                                                                                                       Mam wodę na różne plamy:                                                                                                                             Gdy nikną na przykład wdzięki                                                                                                                      Lub gdy się czasem zbrukany                                                                                                                                     Dotknięciem niegodnej ręki.                                                                                                                 I takie wymyć się mogą,                                                                                                                               Co się od wziątków nachwyta.                                                                                                           Och! Ja przedaję niedrogo,                                                                                                                                                     Niech tylko jegomość spyta!                                                                                                                                                                       Co?! przestarzałe towary?                                                                                                                                       Jegomość! czy mówisz szczerze?                                                                                                                                                           Ej stary jestem! ja stary,                                                                                                                          W gruszki na wierzbie nie wierzę!                                                                                                                            Poczciwość… z biczem, z ostrogą                                                                                                                                                   Na krótki popas zawita!                                                                                                                                        Ja przedam towar niedrogo,                                                                                                                                               Niech tylko jegomość spyta!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1125                                                    

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