Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896]Farmer, John Stephen
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Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896]
Farmer, John Stephen
Cant -- Great Britain; English language -- Slang; Songs, English -- Texts
[1: Notes; ale-house]
[2: walk around]
[3: rob passers-by]
[4: police]
[5: girl]
[6: money; went off]
[7: notes or gold]
[8: object]
[9: handcuffs]
[10: drunk]
[11: Notes]
FLASHEY JOE [Notes]
[1826]
[By R. MORLEY in _Universal Songster_, ii. 194].
I
As Flashey Joe one day did pass
Through London streets, so jolly,
A crying fish, he spied a lass
'Twas Tothill's pride, sweet Molly!
He wip'd his mug with bird's-eye blue [1]
He cried,--"Come, buss your own dear Joe"; [2]
She turned aside, alas! 'tis true
And bawled out--"Here's live mackerel, O!
Four a shilling, mackerel, O!
All alive, O!
New mackerel, O."
II
Says I,--"Miss Moll, don't tip this gam, [3]
You knows as how it will not do;
For you I milled flash Dustman Sam [4]
Who made your peepers black and blue. [5]
Vhy, then you swore you would be kind
But you have queer'd so much of late, [6]
And always changing like the wind,
So now I'll brush and sell my skate." [7]
Buy my skate, etc.
III
She blubb'd--"Now, Joe, vhy treat me ill?
You know I love you as my life!
When I forsook both Sam and Will,
And promised to become your wife,
You molled it up with Brick-dust Sall [8]
And went to live with her in quod! [9]
So I'll pike off with my mack'ral [10]
And you may bolt with your salt cod."
Here's mack'rel, etc.
IV
I could not part with her, d'ye see
So I tells Moll to stop her snivel; [11]
"Your panting bubs and glist'ning eye [12]
Just make me love you like the divil."
"Vhy, then," says she, "come tip's your dad, [13]
And let us take a drap of gin,
And may I choke with hard-roed shad
If I forsake my Joe Herring."
Four a shilling, etc.
[1: mouth; silk handkerchief]
[2: kiss]
[3: talk like that]
[4: fought]
[5: eyes]
[6: acted strangely]
[7: be off]
[8: took as a mistress]
[9: gaol]
[10: walk]
[11: crying]
[12: paps]
[13: shake hands]
MY MUGGING MAID [Notes]
[1826]
[By JAMES BRUTON. _Universal Songster_, iii. 103].
I
Why lie ye in that ditch, so snug,
With s-- and filth bewrayed [1]
With hair all dangling down thy lug [2]
My mugging maid?
II
Say, mugging Moll, why that red-rag [3]
Which oft hath me dismayed
Why is it now so mute in mag, [4]
My mugging maid?
II
Why steals the booze down through thy snout, [5]
With mulberry's blue arrayed,
And why from throat steals hiccough out
My mugging maid?
IV
Why is thy mug so wan and blue, [6]
In mud and muck you're laid;
Say, what's the matter now with you
My mugging maid?
V
The flask that in her fam appeared [7]
The snore her conk betrayed, [8]
Told me, that Hodge's max had queered [9]
My mugging maid.
[1: Notes]
[2: ear]
[3: tongue]
[4: speech]
[5: drink]
[6: mouth]
[7: hand]
[8: nose]
[9: Notes; got the better of]
POOR LUDDY [Notes]
[b. 1826]
[By T. DIBDIN. _Universal Songster_, Vol. iii].
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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