General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

At the top of a hill they call Rag Brew
The smell of fish did abound
Every week on a Friday Night
When Jimmy had just done his round.

or, another obvious possibility

He was a fishmonger
back when I whur younger
who plied his trade in an al fresco mode
Finny haddock, he carried
Folk queued where he tarried
And on Eddleston Street he would stop
And t wurn't 'Singing Hinney'
But freshly fried Finney
that scented oer t road
and our shop.