"Then," says he, says Sir Richard Birnie, [14] "I adwise you to nose on your pals, and turn the [15] Snitch on the gang, that'll be the best vay [16] To save your scrag." Then, without delay, [17] He so prewailed on the treach'rous varmint That she was noodled by the Bow St. sarmint [18] Then the beaks they grabbed me, and to prison I vas dragged [19] And for fourteen years of my life I vas lagged. [20] VII My mot must now be growing old, And so am I if the truth be told; But the only vay to get on in the vorld, Is to go with the stream, and however ve're twirld, To bear all rubs; and ven ve suffer To hope for the smooth ven ve feels the rougher, Though very hard, I confess it appears, To be lagged, for a lark, for fourteen years. [1: picking pockets] [2: plunder] [3: pocket] [4: money; mistress] [5: Notes] [6: food] [7: clothes; money] [8: hat] [9: drunken] [10: watch; pocketbook] [11: pockets his money] [12: ran off] [13: indulge in banter] [14: Notes] [15: inform] [16: betray] [17: neck] [18: persuaded] [19: police; arrested] [20: transported] "NIX MY DOLL, PALS, FAKE AWAY" [Notes] [1834] [By W. HARRISON AINSWORTH, being Jerry Juniper's chaunt in _Rookwood_.] In a box of the stone jug I was born, [1] Of a hempen widow the kid forlorn, [2] Fake away! [3] And my father, as I've heard say, Was a merchant of capers gay, [4 ] Who cut his last fling with great applause. Nix my doll, pals, fake away! [5] To the time of hearty choke with caper sauce. [6] Fake away! The knucks in quod did my schoolmen play, [7] Fake away! And put me up to the time of day, [8] Until at last there was none so knowing, No such sneaksman or buzgloak going, [9] Fake away! Fogles and fawnies soon went their way, [10] Fake away! To the spout with the sneezers in grand array, [11] No dummy hunter had forks so fly, [12] No knuckler so deftly, could fake a cly, [13] Fake away! No slourd hoxter my snipes could stay, [14] Fake away! None knap a reader like me in the lay. [15] Soon then I mounted in swell street-high, Nix my doll, pals, fake away! Soon then I mounted in swell street-high. And sported my flashest toggery, [16] Fake away! Fainly resolved I would make my hay, Fake away! While Mercury's star shed a single ray; And ne'er was there seen such a dashing prig, With my strummel faked in the newest twig, [17] Fake away! With my fawnied famms and my onions gay, [18] Fake away! My thimble of ridge and my driz kemesa, [19] All my togs were so niblike and plash. [20] Readily the queer screens I then could smash. [21] Fake away! But my nuttiest blowen one fine day, [22] Fake away! To the beaks did her fancy-man betray, [23] And thus was I bowled at last, And into the jug for a lag was cast, Fake away! But I slipped my darbies one morn in May, [24] And gave to the dubsman a holiday, [25] And here I am, pals, merry and free, A regular rollicking romany. [26]