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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 whoreson 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: whore]?[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]
VI
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; mass]?[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 jockum 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 pass 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'-buttry 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]?[8: Notes]?[9: fetters; wear]?[10: stocks]?[11: constables, look]?[12: pockets; money]?[13: clothes; general plunder]?[14: magistrate]?[15: country]?[16: gallows]?[17: Notes]?[18: night]?[19: hedge]?[20: fire, duck]?[21: goose]?[22: turkey]?[23: bacon]?[24: corn]?[25: any potable; porridge]?[26: dog; wooden dish]?[27: hook; counterfeit pass]?[28: cloak]
THE BLACK PROCESSION [Notes]?[1712]
[From The Triumph of Wit, by J. SHIRLEY:--"The twenty?craftsmen, described by the notorious thief-taker Jonathan Wild"].
Good people, give ear, whilst a story I tell,?Of twenty black tradesmen who were brought up in hell,?On purpose poor people to rob of their due;?There's none shall be nooz'd if you find but one true. [1]?The first was a coiner, that stampt in a mould;?The second a voucher to put off his gold, [2]?Toure you well; hark you well, see [3]?Where they are rubb'd, [4]?Up to the nubbing cheat where they are nubb'd. [5]
II
The third was a padder, that fell to decay, [6]?Who used for to plunder upon the highway;?The fourth was a mill-ken to crack up a door, [7]?He'd venture to rob both the rich and the poor,?The fifth was a glazier who when he creeps in, [8]?To pinch all the lurry he thinks it no sin. [9]
Toure you well, etc.
III
The sixth is a file-cly that not one cully spares,[10]?The seventh a budge to track softly upstairs; [11]?The eighth is a bulk, that can bulk any hick, [12]?If the master be nabbed, then the bulk he is sick,?The ninth is an angler, to lift up a grate [13]?If he sees but the lurry his hooks he will bait.
Toure you well, etc.
IV
The tenth is a shop-lift that carries a Bob,?When he ranges the city, the shops for to rob.?The eleventh a bubber, much used of late;?Who goes to the ale house, and steals all their plate,?The twelfth is a beau-trap, if a cull he does meet?He nips all his