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SHOP BILL

TO ilka body be it kend,

Frae John A-groats to the land's end,

That frae this day I do intend,

fome fhanks to fell;

This is my bill, to you I send

that it may tell:

That gin you chance for me to fpeer,
I'll fit you weel wi' doughty geer
That either knabbs or lairds may weer,

and ladies tee,

For ilka season i' the year,

as ye fhall fee.

An' firft o' hofe I hae a fouth,

Some frae the North, fome frae the South,

An' fome o' our ain quintry grouth,

baith grae an' ruffet,

Wi' different clocks; bat yet in truth

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we ca' it gushet.

An' mair attour I'll tell you trow,
That a' the moggans are bra new,

Some worsted are o' different hue,

an' fome are cotton,

That's fafter far na' ony woo,

that grows on mutton.

Bat gin fome lads fhou'd stand in need,
Of thanks that are for fimmer weed,

I'll fit them wi' the best o' threed,

or white or brown,

That may well fair the gentleft bleed

in a'the town.

The mucklest man he may be fitted
Wi' hofe that's either wove or knitted,
An' gin he likes, he's get them litted,

or brown or black;

We'll gar him fay, he's nae outwitted,

fan he comes back.

The porter, car-man, or fervant lad,
That ca's the beast wi' fup or gad,
May come to me, fare may be had,

for their nain wear,

The starkest hose that can be made,

an' yet nae dear.

Far wary-draggle, an' sharger elf,

I hae the gear upo' my skelf,

Will mak them foon lay down their pelf,

fan anes they fee,

That they wi' ease can fit themselves,

an' deal wi' me.

Frae ladies to a fervant wench,

I can well fit them every inch,

An' gin they're fley'd that they fhou'd pinch,

I'll try them on;

Perhaps I may their greening stench,

'ere I hae done.

Red, blue an' green, an' likewise pearl,

I hae to fit the little girl;

An' fome for those that tak a tirle

amo' the sheets,

Wi' mony a bony tirly wirl

about the queets.

The ladies that do tak their pleasure,
An' wi' true travel win their treasure,
Gin that they hae fae muckle leifure

I'll fit exactly to their measure,

on me to call,

baith great an' small.

Befides I'd hae you understand,
That I hae caps upo demand,
An' gloves likewife, to hap the hand

of fremt an' fib.

An' napkins, as guid's in a' the land,

to dight your nib.