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 cole, and turns him into the street. Toure you well, etc. V