Part 7
III
[And when that we have fil'd him [11]
Perhaps of half a job; [12]
Then every man to the boozin ken [13]
O there to fence his hog; [14]
But if the cully nap us, And once again we get Into the cramping rings], [15]
(But we are rubbed into; To scoure them in) the whitt.
IV
And when that we come (to; unto) the whitt, For garnish they do cry; [16]
(Mary, faugh, you son of a wh.o.r.e; We promise our l.u.s.ty comrogues) (Ye; They) shall have it by and bye [Then, every man with his mort in his hand, [17]
Does booze off his can and part, With a kiss we part, and westward stand, To the nubbing cheat in a cart]. [18]
V
{But/And} when {that/---} we come to {Tyburn/the nubbing cheat} For {going upon/running on} the budge, There stands {Jack Catch/Jack Ketch}, that son of a {wh.o.r.e/b.i.t.c.h}, [19]
That owes us all a grudge.
{And/For} when that he hath {noosed/nubbed} us, [20]
And our friends {tips/tip} him no cole, [21]
{O then he throws us in the cart/He takes his chive and cuts us down}, [22]
And {tumbles/tips} us into {the/a} hole.
[An additional stanza is given in _Bacchus and Venus_ (1737), a version which moreover contains many verbal variations]. [23]
VI
But if we have a friend stand by, Six and eight pence for to pay, Then they may have our bodies back, And carry us quite away: For at St Giles's or St Martin's, A burying place is still; And there's an end of a darkman's budge, And the wh.o.r.eson hath his will.
[1: Sneaking into houses and stealing anything to hand]
[2: Accomplished the theft]
[3: fellow catches]
[4 swag [properly money]]
[5: take us to Newgate; [Notes]]
[6: halfpenny]
[7: fetters]
[8: drink]
[9: countryman]
[10: steal his money]
[11: robbed]
[12: half a guinea]
[13: ale-house]
[14: spend a shilling]
[15: Handcuffs and leg-shackles]
[16: "footing"]
[17: wh.o.r.e]
[18: gallows]
[19: Notes]
[20: hung]
[21: give no money]
[22: knife]
[23: Notes]
THE MAUNDER'S PRAISE OF HIS STROWLING MORT [Notes]
[1707]
[From _The Triumph of Wit_, by J. SHIRLEY: "the King of the Gypsies's Song, made upon his Beloved Doxy, or Mistress;" also in _New Canting Diet_. (1725)].
I
Doxy, oh! thy glaziers shine [1]
As glimmar; by the Salomon! [2]
No gentry mort hath prats like thine, [3]
No cove e'er wap'd with such a one. [4]
II
White thy fambles, red thy gan, [5]
And thy quarrons dainty is; [6]
Couch a hogshead with me then, [7]
And in the darkmans clip and kiss. [8]
III
What though I no togeman wear, [9]
Nor commission, mish, or slate; [10]
Store of strammel we'll have here, [11]
And ith' skipper lib in state. [12]
IV
Wapping thou I know does love, [13]
Else the ruffin cly the mort; [14]
From thy stampers then remove, [15]
Thy drawers, and let's prig in sport. [16]
V
When the lightman up does call, [17]
Margery prater from her nest, [18]
And her Cackling cheats withal, [19]
In a boozing ken we'll feast. [20]
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