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LAST Week in Lent I came to town, / and having a leisure Hour, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 747 THE / Humours of RAG-FAIR, / OR, THE / Countryman's description of their several Trades / and Callings. THE Humours of RAG-FAIR, OR, THE Countryman’s description of their several Trades and Callings. THE Humours of RAG FAIR, OR, THE Country man's description of their several Trades and Callings. ?-?

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LAST Week in Lent I came to Town, And having a leisure hour, I went to see his Majesty's Crown, And the Lions in the Tower, But losing my way I chanced to stray, Through a lane of second-hand taylors, Till stopt with surprize at the noise of the cries, Of a hundred different dealers. Do you want a coat or a vest young man, To dress in this good Easter, Here is breeches (fellow them if you can,) You shall have them for a teaster, A plad banyan, for barber's man, And fustian frocks for bakers, Cheap left off cloaths for Spittalfields beaus, And black for Undertakers. Here are ruffled shirts, and cambrick stocks, For young men to lie clean in, With nice tucker'd Helland smocks, And choice of child-bed linen.
Likewise clean sheeting for folks to lie sweet in, Girls a nice dimitty dicket: A good pair of sleeves you may wash when you please, And tack them to a foul smicket. Here are stockings for young women too, Not darn'd above the quarter, With clocks of white, or red or blue, All flourish'd to the garter; Knit hose for men or boys from ten, With silk for those that strut it, You may have them whole with their own soals, Or neatly darn'd or footed. Come customers who buys my shoes, Or pumps, scarce worse for wearing, I had them a bargain from the meuse, Of a woman who goes a chairing; Five groats a pair, search all the fair, And see if you can match them, The shops are so nice, they'll have a good price, Although they clout and patch them.
Here's choice of perriwigs who'll buy? I'll sell you as cheap as any, You're welcome, sir, to come and try, Besides I shave for a penny. Do you flaxen lack, or a good coal black, With a buckle as strong as wire? Those left off greys I can surely praise, And warrant them to the buyer. Who buys my felt or carolone? There's none will sell you cheaper, For Sundays here's a beaver fine, Bought from a broken draper, You may have them large at a small charge, For quaker or for curate; Lac'd hats for those that are quarter deck'd beaus Ne'er turn'd but once I assure it. All smoaking hot a groat a pound, My plain or sweet plumb pudding, The flour was the best in the market found, And all the ingredients good in; I make it neat and give good weight, My pound is sixteen ounces, Yet (by the bye) she tells you a lie, For all she brags and bounces. Here's pancakes in cook's dripping fry'd, I sell them for a penny, They're crisp and brown, and have been try'd, To-day by a good many; My sausages and black puddings please, I speak it without a vapour, For a penny a-piece you may have what is nice, And I'm sure you can't dine cheaper. Here's houshold bread for families large, And stale bread for the city, Come buy all you that have got a charge, Of me that can't outwit ye, To you that buys I warrant the size, As my Lord Mayor would have it, I hate words many, I'll bare you a penny, You are welcome to take it or leave it. Here's bacon as sweet as any nut, Or neighbours never trust me, Although they know it was yesterday but, They bought it themselves for rusty, See this how fat, how streaky that, Though cheat you while they are vending, And surely cheat you an ounce in the weight, Yet swear they give you a mending. Here are joints of mutton from Leadenhall, And beef from Honey-lane Market; I always keep what's prime at stall, Thus the cunning butchers clark it,
A prince may eat of my stall fatted meat, Though I loose in each pound a farthing, But pray take care, his stilliards are fair, Or you are surely bit in the bargain. Here is measly pork and vile slink calf, In trays at gully holes selling, I had rather been at home by half, At dinner at my own dwelling; To sell such meat for folks to eat, enough to breed an infection. If such folks were down in our good town, They'd be sent to the house of correction. Here are wonderful purging pills, Which Doctor Rock rehearses, Which all the dreadful poison kills, Suck'd in by foul embraces, Such plaisters for corns, such powder for worms, Were never before set on trial, Good people who prize the sight of your eyes, Come purchase my little phial. In Watch-house cage I next did view, A strolling black eyed Susan, Who only took a guinea or two, From a sailor who had to loose them, The impudent whore the justice before, Said in her examination, The money in full she had from a cull, For to please his inclination. Pick pockets too mix'd in the throng, For hard by liv'd their nurses, Good people when you pass along, I pray take care of your purses, And handkerchiefs for these young thieves, Ne'er hope for absolution, But proceed in sin till turn'd off with a grin, At a Tyburn Execution. Then here and there you find a stall, Set up by young beginners; The houses too are rented alll, By publicans and sinners, Walk in sir, here's the Alderman's beer, And a clear Newcastle fire, I'll make you a pot of the best gin hot, Or anything else you require. Some were smoaking some at cards, And some are with chaps dealing, Some were civil and some black guards, All people have their failing. I paid of my score and went out of door, Maintaining this opinion, That no price of state besides Britain the great, Hath such a fair in his dominion.
London: Printed and Sold in Stonecutter-Street, Fleet-Market.