[1: pickpocket; gallows] [2: gallows] [3: blast my eyes!] THE NUTTY BLOWEN [Notes] [1841] [By BON GAULTIER in _Taits Edinburgh Magazine_]. I She wore a rouge like roses, the night when first we met, Her lovely mug was smiling o'er mugs of heavy wet; [1] Her red lips had the fullness, her voice the husky tone, That told her drink was of a kind where water is unknown. I saw her but a moment, yet methinks I see her now, With the bloom of borrowed flowers upon her cheek and brow. II A pair of iron darbies, when next we met, she wore, [2] The expression of her features was more thoughtful than before; And, standing by her side, was he who strove with might and main To soothe her leaving that dear land she ne'er might see again. I saw her but a moment, yet methinks I see her now, As she dropped the judge a curtsey, and he made her a bow. III And once again I see that brow no idle rouge is there, The dubsman's ruthless hand has cropped her once luxurious hair; [3] She teases hemp in solitude, and there is no one near, To press her hand within his own, and call for ginger-beer. I saw her but a moment, yet methinks I see her now, With the card and heckle in her hand, a-teasing of that tow. [1: face; porter] [2: handcuffs] [3: gaoler's] THE FAKER'S NEW TOAST [Notes] [1841] [By BON GAULTIER ("Nimming Ned") in _Tait's Edinburgh Magazine_] I Come, all ye jolly covies, vot faking do admire, [1] And pledge them British authors who to our line aspire; Who, if they were not gemmen born, like us had kicked at trade, And every one had turned him out a genuine fancy blade, [2] And a trump. II 'Tis them's the boys as knows the vorld, 'tis them as knows mankind, And vould have picked his pocket too, if Fortune (vot is blind) Had not to spite their genius, stuck them in a false position, Vere they can only write about, not execute their mission, Like a trump. III If they goes on as they're begun, things soon will come about, And ve shall be the upper class, and turn the others out; Their laws ve'll execute ourselves, and raise their hevelation, That's tit for tat, for they'd make that the only recreation Of a trump. IV But ketch us! only vait a bit, and ve shall be their betters; For vitch our varmest thanks is due unto the men of letters, Who, good 'uns all, have showed us up in our own proper light, And proved ve prigs for glory, and all becos it's right [3] In a trump. V 'Tis ve as sets the fashion: Jack Sheppard is the go [4] And every word of 'Nix my dolls' the finest ladies know; And ven a man his vortin'd make, vy, vot d'ye think's his vay? He does vot ve vere used to do--he goes to Botany Bay Like a trump. VI Then fill your glasses, dolly palls, vy should they be neglected, As does their best to helewate the line as ve's selected? To them as makes the Crackman's life, the subject of their story, [5] To Ainsworth, and to Bullvig, and to Reynolds be the glory, [6] Jolly trumps.