There were Dutch whimsies turning swiftly round,
By which the owners cleared many a pound;
And coles and corn was there in sledges draw’d,
As if the Thames would never have been thaw’d.
All kinds of trades did to this market come,
Hoping to get more profit than at home:
And some whose purses were a little swel’d,
Would not have car’d how long the frost had held.
In several places there was nine-pins plaid,
And pidgeon holes for to beget a trade.