This poem reflects the lifestyle of many rural residents  who would be born and die within a small radius and never leave the immediate area. The subject of this poem is a young man who is about to make his first visit to the market town of Colchester by train. His friend extols the virtues of visiting on a market day when the town is busy with strangers and packed with market stalls He finishes by advising his friend to get off at St Botolphs Station in the town rather than the Main station of Colchester North which is a long walk to the town.   I see young Nat come outer his As I come outer mine An where you off to, Booy? I sez You're dressed up somethin' fine I'm gooin' by the trine, he say In harf and hour or sao I'm goon to Caochester to daay He say, if you must know He'd never bin to Caoechester He hadn't I'll be boun' Well, that's a caution, ent it sire He's never sin the town! He oughter went next Saddy sir When I shall be a goon For tha's the day for Caochester A Saddy afternoon I towd 'im so; You want to gao A market day, sez I To see the people; you don't knaow The crowds an' crowds, I say An all them little stalls an' that Along the High Street, lor I see, I sez, sez I Young Nat You never bin afore There's rabbuts, bards, an guinea pigs An' sweets o' every kind An' knives and tools an' thingmijigs- All manner o' sorts you'll find An' fish an' 'ysters- don't they scent? An' how them chaps can shout! An' wilks all ready, so they ent No trouble gitten out An' where S'n Runnel's was, a lot O' cheap jacks in a ring Keep selling I carn tell yer wot Why every mortal thing Yes tha's the day to see the town Along o' all yer pals An' keep a walkin' up an' down An' talkin' to the gals Well, I carn stop, he say, good luck An off goo Marster Nat He got a peacock's feather stuck Jes so like in his hat Well, hurry up, I sez, sez I An' take care o' yoursel You got no time to lose, goodbye Goo-bye, an fare ye well There come the trine, you're all behin' You'd best be starten forth An' you git out at Buttles,min Don't you'll goo roun the North