Three London Fishmongers.
Three fishmongers looked for a sale down west,
In the heart of the west, when the world’s in town,
Each thought of the neighbourhood paying him best
Where the prices go up but never come down;
For fools will pay when they can’t buy cheap,
So back to the sea every day goes a heap,
While the public look on groaning.
Three Stores were set up some miles from the Tower,