The first time I saw the flaming mot, [5] Was at the sign of the Porter Pot, I call'd for some purl, and we had it hot, With gin and bitters too! We threw off our slang at high and low, [6] And we were resolv'd to breed a row For we both got as drunk as David's sow, [7] And then sung fal de ral tit, etc. III As we were roaring forth a catch, ('Twas twelve o'clock) we wak'd the watch, I at his jazy made a snatch, [8] And try'd for to nab his rattle! [9] But I miss'd my aim and down I fell, And then he charg'd both me and Nell, And bundled us both to St. Martin's cell Where we sung fal de ral tit, etc. IV We pass'd the night in love away, And 'fore justice H-- we went next day, And because we could not three hog pay, [10] Why we were sent to quod! [11] In quod we lay three dismal weeks, Till Nell with crying swell'd her cheeks, And I damn'd the quorum all for sneaks And then sung fal de ral tit, etc. V From Bridewell bars we now are free, And Nell and I so well agree, That we live in perfect harmony, And grub and bub our fill! [12] For we have mill'd a precious go [13] And queer'd the flats at thrums, E, O, Every night in Titmouse Row, Where we sing fal de ral tit, etc. VI All you who live at your wit's end, Unto this maxim pray attend, Never despair to find a friend, While flats have bit aboard! For Nell and I now keep a gig, And look so grand, so flash and big, We roll in every knowing rig [14] While we sing fal de ral tit, etc. [1: Notes] [2: walked] [3: victims] [4: stole handkerchiefs; side pocket] [5: girl, whore] [6: talking noisily] [7: Notes] [8: wig] [9: steal] [10: shilling] [11: prison] [12: eat and drink] [13: made a rich haul] [14: are up to every move] A LEARY MOT [Notes] [_c_. 1811] [A broadside ballad]. I Rum old Mog was a leary flash mot, and she was round and fat, [1] With twangs in her shoes, a wheelbarrow too, and an oilskin round her hat; A blue bird's-eye o'er dairies fine-- as she mizzled through Temple Bar, [2] Of vich side of the way, I cannot say, but she boned it from a Tar-- [3] Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido. II Now Moll's flash com-pan-ion was a Chick-lane gill, and he garter'd below his knee, [4] He had twice been pull'd, and nearly lagg'd, [5] but got off by going to sea; With his pipe and quid, and chaunting voice, "Potatoes!" he would cry; For he valued neither cove nor swell, for he had wedge snug in his cly [6] Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido. III One night they went to a Cock-and-Hen Club, [7] at the sign of the Mare and Stallion, But such a sight was never seen as Mog and her flash com-pan-ion; Her covey was an am'rous blade, and he buss'd young Bet on the sly, [8] When Mog up with her daddle, bang-up to the mark, [9] and she black'd the Bunter's eye. [10] Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido. IV