Oh comely are the feet,
Upon paved roads now,
All and sundry come,
To sell their wares.
The farmers who tend,
Bring flocks and herds,
When cocks' crow dawn,
And people do stir.
Streets lined with colour,
Stalls loaded to entice,
Everything is brought here,
That we can be sated.
Such smells such choice,
Many a cheerful raised voice,
We have our fill now,
In the throng of commerce.
I spy, from my eye,
A community at work,
As goods and money,
Exchanged bring economic flow.
A reason for one man,
And an end for the other,
And here I find life,
In all its unrivalled glory.
Market day in Melton Mowbray
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