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Ood people of Glaſgow, give ear to my lay, And learn from my tale, and go wiſer away; Concerning your Markets, I vow and declare, There's few in the nation can with them compare.


 * There's all ſorts of food to pleaſure your mind,

The Butchers are honeſt, free, frank, and kind, Meat of all kinds, comes here in great ſtore, With health to enjoy it, what can ye want more!


 * There's fiſh, fleſh, and fowl, with herbs & roots,

There's cloth of all kinds, there's good ſhoes & boots; There's butter & cheeſe, there's pudding & pye, And if you've money, may drink when you're dry.

There's eggs, there's oyſters, there's ribbons & rings, There's ſtraw hats & bonnets, with many fine things, There's wheat, there's barley, good oats & good rye, If reaſon doth guide you, you'll go there and buy.


 * All ranks of people, now hither do come,

With ſtore of proviſion, contented go home, The poor in the market, may cope with the rich, Their money's as good, tho' they've not ſo much.


 * Yet flat check'd Hobby, with ſanctify'd grace,

Deſpiſeth the market with his muſlur face; Ye ſimple beware of the ſelfiſh and ſly There's nought like a market, to ſell or to buy.


 * Some butcher's there be, ſtill keep up a ſtall,

To ſuit their own ends hangs meat 'gainſt the wall, I'll let them to know, the law is ſevere, We may catch them napping, as Moſs catch'd his mare.