Market on Saturday Night


Market on Saturday Night.

I’m a poor market woman,
I do a fine trade,
Selling my goods at a stall;
A nate bit of money.
Myself I have made,
Where I sit with my back to the wall

The Mondays and Tuesdays,
And Fridays are fine,
Wednesdays and Thursdays are light;
But thousands of people
The stand in a line,
At the market on Saturday night.

In summer or winter,
Oh, when the wind blows,
Filling wid dust all our eyes;
In rain or in frost,
Or terrific snow,
We’re shouting and yelling our cries.

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    19.5 cm x 11.5 cm
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