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Period referred to: 1709
Sound category: Economic > Costermongers and street sellers
Title of work: A Description of the Morning
Type of publication: Poem
Author: Jonathan Swift
Year of publication: 1709
Page/volume number: n/a
Street sellers’ cries in early 18th century London
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach
Appearing, showed the ruddy morn's approach.
Now Betty from her master's bed had flown,
And softly stole to discompose her own;
The slip-shod 'prentice from his master's door
Had pared the dirt and sprinkled round the floor.
Now Moll had whirled her mop with dext'rous airs,
Prepared to scrub the entry and the stairs.
The youth with broomy stumps began to trace
The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place,
The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep,
Till drowned in shriller notes of chimney-sweep:
Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet;
And brickdust Moll had screamed through half the street.
The turnkey now his flock returning sees,
Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees:
The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands,
And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.
Notes: kennel-edge: the curb; small-coal man: charcoal seller; duns: debt collectors; brickdust Moll: brickdust was sold to clean knives.
Period referred to: Early 1700s
Sound category: Economic > Costermongers and street traders
Title of work: Amusements Serious and Comical
Type of publication: Satire
Author: Thomas Brown
Year of publication: 1700
Page/volume number: Amusement III
‘One draws his Mouth up to his Ears, and Howls out, Buy my Flawnders’
One Tinker Knocks, another Bawls, Have you Brass Pot, Iron Pot, Kettle, Skillet, or a Frying-Pan to mend: Whilst another Son of a Whore yells louder than Homer's Stentor, Two a Groat, and Four for Six Pence Mackarel. One draws his Mouth up to his Ears, and Howls out, Buy my Flawnders, and is followed by an Old Burly Drab, that Screams out the Sale of her Maids and her Sole at the same Instant [. . .] followed with the Vocal Musick of Kitchen-Stuff ha' you Maids.