Verse:
    Aw's a Cullercoats fish-lass, se cozy an' free
    Browt up in a cottage close on by the sea;
    An' aw sell fine fresh fish ti poor an' ti rich--
Chorus:
    Will ye buy, will ye buy, will ye buy maw fresh fish?

Spoken:
    Finne codlin's hinny; cheaper for hyem consumption thin butcher
    meat. There's fine mackerel. come. Mistor, ye shall hae them at
    yor awn price, but the sea's up. Aw's sure, fish just noo's as
    bad to catch iz husbands; and a greet deal warse ti sell.
Sings chorus:
    Will ye buy, will ye buy, will ye buy my fresh fish?

Imitate cries:
    D'ye want a-n-y fish?

Verse:
    Byeth barefoot and barelegged aw trudge mony a week,
    Wi' a creel on mee back an' a bloom on mee cheek;
    Aw'll supply ye wi' flat fish, fine skyet, or fresh ling,
    And sometimes pennywilks, crabs, an' lobsters aw bring.
Chorus:
    Will ye buy, will ye buy? etc.

Verse:
    Aw work hard for mee livin', frev a frind aw ne'er begs,
    An' aw huff the young gents when they peep at my legs;
    Aw's hilthy an' hansom, quite willin' and strong,
    To toil for my livin', cryin' fish the day long.

Spoken:
    That's what aw cawl fishin' for a livin'. But tawkin'
    aboot fish, thor's as queer fish on land as there's in the sea--
    Gladstone, Tom Sayers, and Blondin-aw cawl them star-fish,
    that baits the public ti sum tuin. Folks that neglects to visit
    Balmbra's Music Saloon, aw consider them flat-fish. Mackey's
    men they're dry fish; ye can tell by their gills. Sailors, they're
    salt fish, that shund always keep a wether eye on land-sharks.
    Volunteers, they're fresh fish, who, with wor sowigers and sailors, myek
    up wor sole defenders. As for me, with yor kind favours, aw'd be like a fish
    oot o' wetter-aye, whei! Aw's a maiden fish oot iv her teens
    in sairch ov a husband to myek me comfortable. Aw want ti teyk
    moorins for life in the roads an' channels o' matrimony.
Sings chorus:
    Will ye buy, will ye buy? etc.