Musa Pedestris | Page 7

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 whore; We promise our lusty
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 {whore/bitch}, [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 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