The waterfront wench
She plies her trade
In persuasive tones
Such a comely maid
Whose basket fills
With fish a’plenty,
Lobsters and crabs
To tempt the gentry.
Eager for their…
Catch of the Day
Fresh from the sea
‘midst salt and spray.
Then the tavern lad
Whose cunning eye
Spies cockles and mussels
Or ‘fish for a pie’.
And the workhouse boy
Comes to see what’s left
For his meagre supper,
And looking bereft
Tugs the wench’s heartstrings,
As his tearful face
Finds her secret catch,
For she knows her ‘plaice’!
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