[1: fellows; stealing] [2: pickpocket] [3: steal] [4: fashion] [5: burglar's] [6: Notes] MY MOTHER [Notes] [1841] [By BON GAULTIER in _Tait's Edinburgh Magazine_]. I Who, when a baby, lank and thin, I called for pap and made a din, Lulled me with draughts of British gin?-- My mother. II When I've been out upon the spree, And not come home till two or three, Who was it then would wallop me?-- My mother. III Who, when she met a heavy swell, [1] Would ease him of his wipe so well, [2] And kiss me not to go and tell ?-- My mother. IV Who took me from my infant play, And taught me how to fake away. And put me up to the time of day?-- [3] My mother. V Who'd watch me sleeping in my chair, And slily to my fob repair, [4] And leave me not a mopus there?-- [5] My mother. VI Who, as beneath her care I grew, Taught my young mind a thing or two, Especially the flats to do?-- [6] My mother. VII I'm blessed if ever I did see, So regular a trump as she: I own my virtues all to thee,-- My mother. VIII So hand, my pals, the drink about, My story and my glass are out, A bumper, boys, and with me shout-- My mother. [1: well-dressed man] [2: handkerchief] [3: made me cunning] [4: pocket] [5: penny] [6: stupid ones] THE HIGH-PADS FROLIC [Notes] [1841] [By LEMAN REDE, being Kit's and Adelgitha's Duet in _Sixteen String Jack_]. _Ade._ Crissy odsbuds, I'll on with my duds, [1] And over the water we'll flare; _Kit._ Coaches and prads, lasses and lads, [2] And fiddlers will be there. _Ade._ There beauty blushes bright, _Kit._ The punch is hot and strong, _Both._And there we'll whisk it, frisk it, whisk it, Skip it, and trip it along! II _Ade._ There's Charley Rattan, and natty Jack Rann, And giant-like Giles McGhee; There's Sidle so slim, and flare-away Tim, And all of them doat on me. _Kit._ Hadelgitha--platonically, Christopher! _Ade._ But Charley, and Jack, and Tim, In vain may exert their wit. For still I'll dance it, prance it, dance it, Flaring away with Kit! II _Kit._ There's frollicking Kate, and rollicking Bet, And slammerkin Sall so tall, And leary-eyed Poll, and blue-eyed Moll-- Blow me, I love them all! Christopher--platonically, Hadelgitha! But Winny, not Jenny, nor Sue, Shall wean this heart from thee-- So thus I'll trip it, lip it, trip it, Trip it with Hadelgitha! IV _Kit._ The morning may dawn as sure as you're born, _Ade._ Will find us dancing alone _Kit._ I'll get a hack, be off in a crack, [3] _Ade._ An elegant Darby and Joan! How'll the vulgarians stare As they see you sportingly! _Both._For none can splash it, dash it, splash it, _Crissy Addy_ little you and I. [1: clothes] [2: horses] [3: instant]