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TRADES PEOPLE OF CRICH 1880

A doggerel penned by 'WH' in 1880 . Whoever 'WH' was he, or she, covered the tradesfolk of Crich fairly comprehensively. More fun than a Trades Directory! Provided by Beryl Calladine.

With�our�worthy�Vicar�I�must�begin,
His�duty�is�to�save�from�sin;�
His�sermons�and�his�prayers�should�raise,
Our�hearts�to�God�in�thankful�praise.

Our�Doctor�next�comes�into�view,�
In�cleverness�he�s�beat�by�few;�
His�skill�and�talent�gain�renown,�
The�finest�man�in�all�the�town.

Of�Lawyer�Harris�not�much�is�known,�
The�less�the�be�better�you�all�will�own;�
For�if�from�him�you�want�advice,�
You�ll�have�to�pay�a�heavy�price.

In�Mr.�Boag�you�ll�see�combined,�
Largeness�of�heart�and�soul�and�mind;�
He�s�shrewd�of�thought,�in�words�polite,�
His�life�with�all�his�acts�unite.

Of�Mr.�Coupe,�there�s�no�offence�,
In�saying�he�s�a�man�of�sense;
To�ought�that�s�good�his�hand�he�ll�lend.
The�poor�in�him�possess�a�friend.
Joseph�Howitt�is�a�decent�man,
Most�of�his�workmen�say;
And�for��their�sake�we�ll�hope�he�ll�live
Their�wages�long�to�pay.

Above�him�lives�his�brother�Harry,�
A�gun�he�used�to�love�to�carry;�
But�now�he�s�got�a�shop�and�wife,
He�has�to�lead�a�steadier�life.

Mr.��Burton�has�only�one�arm,
But�to�make�up�for�this�he�s�got�a�large�farm;
He�s�also�go�three�servant�chaps,�
And�so�he�takes�no�harm�perhaps.

Mr.�Cowlishaw�s�an�upright�man�
In�all�his�ways�and�dealings;�
He�studies�business�while�he�can,�
And�is�possessed�of�proper�feelings.

Mr�.�Storer�is�a�very�good�man,�
Who�works�for�God�below:�
And�when�he��s�done�what�good�he�can,�
To�heaven�I��m�sure�he�ll�go.�
Mr.�Wightman��s�just�and�true,�
To�all�he�ll�do�or�say;�
Of�such�as�him�we�have�but�few,�
He���s�honest�as�the�day.�

Miss�Walker�keeps�the�Kings�Arms�Inn,�
In�order�and�control;�
Sells�Whisky,�Brandy,�rum�and�gin,�
And�ale�to�make�men�roll.

Joseph�Rollinson�he�works�hard,
He�also�keeps�a�shop;�
But,�as�I�ve�many�more�to�name,�
With�him�I�must�not�stop.�

Thomas�Dawes�he�keeps�a�grocer�s�shop,�
Sells�all�you�may�require;�
But�if�you�say�to�much�to�him;�
The�fat�is�in�the�fire.�

Another�upright�man�I�reach,�
Whose�name�I�mean�to�mention;�
Joseph�Whittaker,�(I�ve�heard�him�preach,)�
To�do�good�is�his�intention.�

George�Stocks�works�at�the�frame,�
An�he�contrives�to�do�what�s�right;�
Joseph�Slack�he�does�the�same,�
They�both�work�hard�from�morn�till�night.�

Charley�Walter��lives�above,�
A�barber�and�hair-cutter�;�
Scissor-grinder�to�is�he,�
Sells�hair�oil�rich�as�butter.�

There�s�Joseph�Brown�I�won�t�forget�
A�framesmith�very�good;�
And�if�his�work�I�meant�to�blame,�
I�could�not�if�I�would.�
There�s�Edward�Bown,�a�neighbour�good,�
As�all�around�will�say;�
T��would�cheer�you�up�to�see�his�face,�
If�you�should.�pass�that�way.�

Samuel�Stocks�works�very�hard,�
His�children�do�as�well;�
But�which�brings�home�of�money�most
There�is�no�need�to�tell.�

John�Haynes,�our�only�joiner�here,�
Makes�aught�you�may�require;
In�shape�of�tables,�box,�or�drawers,�
He�ll�suit�a�small�desire.

Raph�Smith,�who�lives�at�Dimple�House,�
A�butcher�used�to�be;�
He�leads�a�very�easy�life,�
For�retired�now�is�he.�

A�respectable�draper�is�Mr.�James�Lee,�
Candles�he�makes�and�keeps�a�farm;�
He�also�deals�in�sugar�and�tea
Churchwarden�too,�and�doe�s�no�harm.�

Near�him�lives�our�friend�John�Perry
Who�deals�in�apples,�pears,�and�cherries;�
Potatoes,�oranges,�(and�fish,�
Which�mainy�think�a�dainty�dish)

John�Dawes�he�does�the�rates�collect,
Also�a�shop�he�keeps�of�toys;�
He�penny�pipes�and��bacca��sells,�
for�naughty�little�boys.�

Fredrick�Curzon�a�tailor�is,�
That�does�his�work�right�well;�
Caleb�Gratten�lives�next�door,�
Who�cakes�and�pies�does�sell.�
A�druggist�shop�we�now�have�got,
Which�some�think�very�handy;
To�get�laudanum,�snuff�and�pillruff,
And�also�sugar�candy.

Mrs�Howitt�and�Miss�Poyser
Dressmakers�are�first�class;
For�style�and�fit�it�well�is�known,
There�s�non�them�can�surpass.

John�Stocks�is�a�very�good�baker,
Pork�pie�and�sausage�maker;
His�flour�is�good,�his�bread�is�clean,
The�sweetest�and�freshest�that�ever�was�seen.

Vaughan�Taylor�he�in�beef�doth�deal,
Mutton�also�lamb�and�veal;
His�weight�is�just�his�price�is�fair,
His�customers�this�all�declare.

John�Higton�is�a�butcher�too,
On�cutting�up�he�s�beat�by�few;
His�quality�and�quantity�both�are�good,
So�but�a�pound�or�two�off�him,�if�want�you�ever�should.

Arthur�Smith�another�butcher�is,
Fred�Cheetham�would�be�the�same;
But�he�so�very�oft�gets�drunk,
For�which�he�s�much�to�blame.

Robert�Foster�is�a�very�real�English�man,
One�of�the�oldern�kind;
Honest,�straightforward�and�upright,
He�always�speaks�his�mind.

William�Thorpe�lives�just�above,
He�is�a�man�of�taste�and�sense;
For�flowers�and�snuff�there�s�lots�will�own,
He�spares�no�trouble�or�expense.
John�Saxton�a�churchwarden�is,
A�lawyers�clerk�besides;
And�if�you�want�your�will�to�make,
In�him�you�must�confide.

Joseph�Ash�goes�to�the�mill,
A�shop�he�also�keeps;
And�straight�to�see�Miss�Fanny�Dear,
Will�Petts�he�often�peeps.

Richard�Young�he�is�a�farmer,
A�plumber�and�a�glazer�too;
He�is�a�tidy�sort�of�fellow,
But�alas�he�is�a�blue.

Mr�Kirk�who�lives�on�Bown�s�Hill,
A�very�good�drapers�shop�does�keep;
And�when�he�is�selling�off�his�things,
You�ll�get�your�clothing�very�cheap.

Mrs�Wigley�sells�bulls�eyes,
A�school�she�also�teaches;
Of�little�girls,�and�also�boys
Not�yet�put�in�their�breeches.

A�blacksmith�William�Poyser�is,
The�same�is�Ralph�his�son;
And�if�your�horse�would�want�a�shoe,
He�ll�slowly�put�it�on.

There�s�Greenhough,�Prince�and�Shipton�too,
A�three�a�shop�possess;
Bur�Prince�has�lately�bankrupt�turned,
Which�is�no�pretty�mess.

George�Smith�a�man�of�principle,
His�son�the�same�may�be;
A�wheelwright�that�non�can�beat,
A�farmer�too�is�he.

Another�blacksmith�we�have�got,
Thomas�Taylor�is�his�name;
And�if�I�say�he�nothing�knows,
I�shall�be�much�to�blame.

Mr�Twigg�s�the�parish�guardian,
And�reliever�of�the�poor;
With�his�smashing�trap�and�pony,
Rides�the�parish�o�er�and�o�er.

A�toyshop�Mrs�Wettons�got,
Sells�dolls�the�child�to�please;
And�lollipops�and�ginger�beer,
So�strong�it�makes�you�sneeze.

Mr�Hunt�he�saddles�makes,
His�work�he�well�doth�do;
And�if�you�want�your�harness�good,
You�ll�get�it�strong�and�new.

Mrs�England�keeps�a�shop,
Sells�sugar�tea�and�balm;
Samuel�Holmes�he�does�the�same,
He�also�has�a�farm.

Of�publican�I�ve�not�said�much,
But�we�have�a�lot;
The�stuff�they�sell�is�nothing�worth,
Makes�man�a�brutish�sot.
John�Wetton�is�the�parish�clerk,
�Amen��he�shouts�on�Sunday;
In�earnestness�he�does�his�work,
Though�he�be�hoarse�on�Monday.

But�he�s�a�still�more�solemn�charge,
The�graves�are�in�his�trust;
Which�holds�the�wicked�and�the�good,
The�righteous�and�the�just.

Long�life�and�prosperity,
To�all�by�friends�around;
And�may�you�ever�while�you�live,
With�noble�works�abound.

My�story�now�in�finished,
My�yarn�I�now�have�spun;
Adieu�my�fellow�brethren,
My�criticisings�done.

W.H.
CRICH,�May�1880