And Brown street market too, it forms part of this sonnet,
Down it must come, they say, to build a borough gaol upon it.
Not long ago if you had taken a walk thro’ Stevenson’s square, sir,
You might have seen, if you look’d, a kind of chapel there, sir,
And yet this place, some people thought, had better to come down, sir,
And in the parson’s place they put a pantaloon and clown, sir.
In former times our cotton swells were not half so mighty found, sir,
But in these modern times they everywhere abound, sir,
With now police and watchmen, to break peace there’s none dare
And at every step the ladies go, policemen will cry, move on there’.