Peddler

The peddler carried a big bundle on his back.

When I was very young, my father died. His younger brother, due to the vicissitudes of the times and to his own laziness, dissipated his own fortune and afterwards became a peddler of writing materials. He often came to our house, but when he came, my mother would scold him and he would be troubled.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

He was a wandering peddler.

His father made a living as a peddler.

He's the biggest peddler of politricks I know of!

Don't believe it! That's just a peddler of lies.

My great-great-grandfather was a peddler.

Here's a cure for all your troubles Here's an end to all distress It's the old dope peddler With his powdered happiness