Some carryin' deals, some chairs an' stools, planks
An' some are busy bleth'rin' gabbling
Right loud that day.
Here stands a shed to fend the show'rs, keep off
An' screen our country gentry;
There racer Jess an' twa-three whores
Are blinkin' at the entry.
Here sits a raw o' tittlin' jades, whispering
Wi' heavin' breasts an' bare neck,
An' there a batch o' wabster lads, weaver