Part 8
There if lour we want; I'll mill [21]
A gage, or nip for thee a bung; [22]
Rum booze thou shalt booze thy fill, [23]
And crash a grunting cheat that's young. [24]
[1 mistress; eyes]
[2 fire; ma.s.s]
[3 lady; [Notes]]
[4 [Notes]]
[5 hand; mouth]
[6 body]
[7 sleep]
[8 night; [Notes]]
[9 cloak]
[10 shirt or sheet]
[11 straw]
[12 in the barn; lie]
[13 Notes]
[14 the devil take the woman otherwise]
[15 feet]
[16 stockings; revel]
[17 daylight]
[18 hen]
[19 chickens]
[20 ale-house]
[21 Money; steal]
[22 pot; steal a purse]
[23 wine; drink]
[24 eat; pig]
THE RUM-MORT'S PRAISE OF HER FAITHLESS MAUNDER [Notes]
[1707]
[From _The Triumph of Wit_, by J. Shirley: also in _New Canting Dict._].
I
Now my kinching-cove is gone, [1]
By the rum-pad maundeth none, [2]
Quarrons both for stump and bone, [3]
Like my clapperdogeon. [4]
II
Dimber damber fare thee well, [5]
Palliards all thou didst excel, [6]
And thy jock.u.m bore the Bell, [7]
Glimmer on it never fell. [8]
III
Thou the cramprings ne'er did scowre, [9]
Harmans had on thee no power, [10]
Harmanbecks did never toure;[11]
For thee, the drawers still had loure. [12]
IV
Duds and cheats thou oft hast won, [13]
Yet the cuffin quire couldst shun; [14]
And the deuseaville didst run, [15]
Else the chates had thee undone. [16]
V
Crank and dommerar thou couldst play, [17]
Or rum-maunder in one day, And like an Abram-cove couldst pray, Yet pa.s.s with gybes well jerk'd away.
VI
When the darkmans have been wet, [18]
Thou the crackmans down didst beat [19]
For glimmer, whilst a quaking cheat, [20]
Or tib-o'-th'-b.u.t.try was our meat. [21]
VII
Red shanks then I could not lack, [22]
Ruff peck still hung on my Back, [23]
Grannam ever fill'd my sack [24]
With lap and poplars held I tack. [25]
VIII
To thy bugher and thy skew, [26]
Filch and gybes I bid adieu, [27]
Though thy togeman was not new, [28]
In it the rogue to me was true.
[1: little man]
[2: highway; beggeth]
[3: body]
[4: Notes]
[5: Notes]
[6: Notes]
[7: Notes]
