The old pudding-pye woman set forth in her colours, &c. : Of all the rare and various London cryes, there's none that doth excel hot pudding-pyes: each one that hears it, being bit with hunger, would wish himself to be a pudding monger; for many likes such victuals for the nones, because in pudding-pyes there is no bones. To a rare new tune much in use, or, There was an old wife.