A 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, 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 B we ca' it gushet. An' mair attour I'll tell you trow, 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, 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 or brown or black; We'll gar him fay, he's nae outwitted, fan he comes back. The porter, car-man, or fervant lad, 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, I'll fit exactly to their measure, on me to call, baith great an' small. Befides I'd hae you understand, of fremt an' fib. An' napkins, as guid's in a' the land, to dight your nib. |