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