When he came to the nubbing-cheat, He was tack'd up so neat and so pretty; The rambler jugg'd off from his feet, [9] And he died with his face to the city. He kick'd too, but that was all pride, For soon you might see 'twas all over; And as soon as the nooze was untied, Then at darkey we waked him in clover, [10] And sent him to take a ground-sweat. [11] [1: pawned their clothes] [2: gallows or rope] [3: clothes] [4: drink] [5: halter] [6: candles] [7: Notes] [8: Notes] [9: cart] [10: night] [11: buried him] THE SONG OF THE YOUNG PRIG [Notes] [_c_. 1819] My mother she dwelt in Dyot's Isle, [1] One of the canting crew, sirs; [2] And if you'd know my father's style, He was the Lord-knows-who, sirs! I first held horses in the street, But being found defaulter, Turned rumbler's flunkey for my meat, [3] So was brought up to the halter. Frisk the cly, and fork the rag, [4] Draw the fogies plummy, [5] Speak to the rattles, bag the swag, [6] And finely hunt the dummy. [7] II My name they say is young Birdlime, My fingers are fish-hooks, sirs; And I my reading learnt betime, [8] From studying pocket-books, sirs; I have a sweet eye for a plant, [9] And graceful as I amble, Finedraw a coat-tail sure I can't So kiddy is my famble. [10] _Chorus_. Frisk the cly, etc. III A night bird oft I'm in the cage, [11] But my rum-chants ne'er fail, sirs; The dubsman's senses to engage, [12] While I tip him leg-bail, sirs; [13] There's not, for picking, to be had, A lad so light and larky, [14] The cleanest angler on the pad [15] In daylight or the darkey. [16] _Chorus_. Frisk the cly, etc. IV And though I don't work capital, [17] And do not weigh my weight, sirs; Who knows but that in time I shall, For there's no queering fate, sirs. [18] If I'm not lagged to Virgin-nee, [19] I may a Tyburn show be, [20] Perhaps a tip-top cracksman be, [21] Or go on the high toby. [22] _Chorus_. Frisk the cly, etc. [1: Notes] [2: beggars] [3: hackney-coach] [4: pick a pocket; lay hold of notes or money] [5: steal handkerchiefs dextrously] [6: steal a watch, pocket the plunder] [7: steal pocket-books] [8: Notes] [9: an intended robbery] [10: skilful is my hand] [11: lock-up] [12: gaoler] [13: run away] [14: frolicsome] [15: expert pickpocket] [16: night] [17: Notes] [18: getting the better of] [19: transported [Notes]] [20: be hanged] [21: housebreaker] [22: become a highwayman] THE MILLING-MATCH [Notes] [1819] [By THOMAS MOORE in _Tom Crib's Memorial to Congress_:--"Account of the Milling-match between Entellus and Dares, translated from the Fifth Book of the Aeneid by One of the Fancy"].