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SOURCE:
Alan Rattray. 1908 Mitchell Library SITE SOURCE: CITY LIFE The Fried Fish ManEvery evening when I wander homeI can hear somebody cry Seems to be about a mile away Then it seems to be close by That's funny old Bill – the fried fish man Who keeps the fried fish stall When Bill's about, don't he shout His old familiar cry Hello, here he comes along the street A-singing 'fried fish, 'taters' Shouting out to everyone he'll meet "All hot from the old pie can' Every now and then you'll hear him yell "Hot rolls – a saveloy Oh come and buy, won't you try And patronise the fried fish man? In the winter when the nose turns red And the sleet lies on the ground See Bill a coming with his old tin can He's off on his round Shouting out "A fried a fish all hot So taste before you buy" And wet or fine, rain or shine You hear the same old cry. |