Billingsgate Fish Market 1900

It so early it's only four o'clock and it's dark on a freezing cold and wet morning, A man with a cap rings a bell to let us know times getting on and dawn’s dawning, As the bell rings all the lights on at Billingsgate Market famous for it's fish, Lighting all the fishy stalls and the dark walkways selling seafood's for a dish, Haddocks and plaice packed in boxes with ice for many chip shops, frying tonight, Fresh the same day for a restaurant for weight watchers who want something light, A strong smell ozone wafts around the whole fish market from the prostrate cod, Caught in big trawler nets by weathered fishermen on the sea with nets not a rod. Sellers in this market shout aloud fishy slogans like, ‘Wink-wink-wink-winkles’, Have em with some salt, pepper and vinegar that you can ‘Spri-spri-spri-sprinkle’, Railway carts shunting, clashing, banging rolling along tangles of narrow streets, From the Monument to the market their shouting is matched by the seagulls shriek. A fleet of horse drawn carts take fish to nearby shops dropping off boxes outside, Over cobblestone, waking all as they thunder along bouncing in uncomfortable rides.