The songs of the Wilsons With a memoir of the Family, and several additional songs never before published. Edited by John Harland |
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HUMOURS OF SMITHY DOOR MARKET. |
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HUMOURS OF SMITHY DOOR MARKET.
By Mr Thomas Wilson.
Good laws! what a medley of groups,
On Saturday, haunts Smithy Door!
What squalling, and bawling, and shouts;
What wise, simple, gentle, and poor!
And is it not truly and funny,
The devil a thing you can name,
But here you may have it for money,
Provisions, apparel—the same.
On Saturday, haunts Smithy Door!
What squalling, and bawling, and shouts;
What wise, simple, gentle, and poor!
And is it not truly and funny,
The devil a thing you can name,
But here you may have it for money,
Provisions, apparel—the same.
The merchants, all aiming at brass,
Give out what they have for to sell;
And people invite as they pass,
On terms for “a bargain” some tell.
'Twould puzzle a counsellor's pate,
A parson's or judge's wise nob,
The various things for to state;
'Twould be such a difficult job.
Give out what they have for to sell;
And people invite as they pass,
On terms for “a bargain” some tell.
'Twould puzzle a counsellor's pate,
A parson's or judge's wise nob,
The various things for to state;
'Twould be such a difficult job.
There 's Moshes, vith pictures he stands,
And jewels presents to your view,
Fine tooth-pickers, glasses, and fans;
But always take care of a Jew:
There 's pincushions, needles, and pins;
Of patchworkers, laws! what a tribe!
Brushes, brooms, baskets, and tins,
Cow heels and sheep trotters beside.
And jewels presents to your view,
Fine tooth-pickers, glasses, and fans;
But always take care of a Jew:
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Of patchworkers, laws! what a tribe!
Brushes, brooms, baskets, and tins,
Cow heels and sheep trotters beside.
There 's Eccles-cake merchants a many;
Here 's “hot pies” and “good Cheshire cheese;”
There 's “matches, eight bunches a penny;”
And snuff, to make old women sneeze:
There 's bacon, and butter, and eggs,
And pills that will give you relief;
Then, just turning round on your legs,
There 's plenty of mutton and beef.
Here 's “hot pies” and “good Cheshire cheese;”
There 's “matches, eight bunches a penny;”
And snuff, to make old women sneeze:
There 's bacon, and butter, and eggs,
And pills that will give you relief;
Then, just turning round on your legs,
There 's plenty of mutton and beef.
There 's plenty of ale to be sold,
The toper does very well know;
And if that the weather proves cold,
There 's gin, rum, and brandy also.
The sharper is on the alert;
I'd have you take care of your cash,
Or out of your pocket he 'll jert [jerk]
The revits; then off in a flash.
The toper does very well know;
And if that the weather proves cold,
There 's gin, rum, and brandy also.
The sharper is on the alert;
I'd have you take care of your cash,
Or out of your pocket he 'll jert [jerk]
The revits; then off in a flash.
There 's potatoes, salad, and greens;
Big turnips, red cabbage, and peas;
There 's onions, and parsnips, and beans;
And “posies” as gay as you please;
Abundance of fruit you will find;
Turkeys, ducks, pigeons, and geese;
Numerous birds of each kind;
And Guinea-pigs, shillings a piece.
Big turnips, red cabbage, and peas;
There 's onions, and parsnips, and beans;
And “posies” as gay as you please;
Abundance of fruit you will find;
Turkeys, ducks, pigeons, and geese;
Numerous birds of each kind;
And Guinea-pigs, shillings a piece.
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There an animal painter resides,
Who will picture your dog or your cat,
Pigs, horses, or each thing besides,
From an elephant down to a rat.
Silk-winders and reelers are flocking,
To purchase their stock of beau traps,
Shoe-ribbon and dashing white stockings,
Brass brooches and ninepenny caps.
Who will picture your dog or your cat,
Pigs, horses, or each thing besides,
From an elephant down to a rat.
Silk-winders and reelers are flocking,
To purchase their stock of beau traps,
Shoe-ribbon and dashing white stockings,
Brass brooches and ninepenny caps.
Next Catchpenny opens his gates;
Some wonderful horrors in book,
Or murder so dreadful relates,
And tells it with pitiful look.
Your ears are then stunn'd with the noise
Of crockery ware at each step;
“Ony proice,” this fellow cries;
That—“Ladies aw 'll sell um yo chep.”
Some wonderful horrors in book,
Or murder so dreadful relates,
And tells it with pitiful look.
Your ears are then stunn'd with the noise
Of crockery ware at each step;
“Ony proice,” this fellow cries;
That—“Ladies aw 'll sell um yo chep.”
“Two a penny, paste blacking-balls,” there;
And cotton-balls, black, red, and blues;
You may rig yourself out, if you 're bare,
With coats, waistcoats, hats, stockings, and shoes.
You 'll see the grave Sheffielder there,
With razors, rings, scissors, and knives;
Combs for the fine lasses' hair;
And currant loaf cut into shives.
And cotton-balls, black, red, and blues;
You may rig yourself out, if you 're bare,
With coats, waistcoats, hats, stockings, and shoes.
You 'll see the grave Sheffielder there,
With razors, rings, scissors, and knives;
Combs for the fine lasses' hair;
And currant loaf cut into shives.
So now, in conclusion, good folks,
I 'll give you my wishes for health;
May every one relish their jokes,
And trade give you plenty of wealth.
May Smithy Door Market prevail;
Your pockets be well lined with cash;
Fill all your bumpers with ale;
And banish all sorrows with wash.
I 'll give you my wishes for health;
May every one relish their jokes,
And trade give you plenty of wealth.
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Your pockets be well lined with cash;
Fill all your bumpers with ale;
And banish all sorrows with wash.
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