Jack long was on the town, a teazer; [2] A spicy blade for wedge or sneezer; [3] Could turn his fives to anything [4] Nap a reader, or filch a ring. [5] Fol, de, rol. III Jack was all game, and never slack, [6] In the darky tried the crack; [7] Frisk'd the lobby and the swag; "I'm fly to every move," his brag. [8] Fol, de, rol. IV But Jack, at last, got too knowen-- Was made a flat by his blowen! [9] She peached, so got him into trouble. [10] And then, tipp'd poor Jack the double! [11] Fol, de, rol. V Jack left the jug right mer-ri-ly, [12] And vent and black'd his doxy's eye! [13] Saying--look, marm, when next you split, I'll finish you with a rummy hit! Fol, de, rol. VI My blades, before my chaunt I end, [14] Here the rag-sauce of a friend; [15] Ne'er trust to any fancy jade, For all their chaff is only trade! Fol, de, rol. VII Let all their gammon be resisted; Vithout you vishes to get twisted! [16] And never nose upon yourself-- [17] You then are sure to keep your pelf. Fol, de, riddle. [1: robbing; pocket] [2: clever fellow] [3: silver plate; snuffbox] [4: hands] [5: pocket-book; steal a ring] [6: bold] [7: evening; burglary] [8: aware of] [9: betrayed by his mistress] [10: gave information] [11: deserted] [12: prison] [13: sweetheart] [14: men] [15: advice] [16: hung] [17: talk about] MISS DOLLY TRULL [Notes] [1842] [By PIERCE EGAN in _Captain Macheath_]. I Of all the mots in this here jug, [1] There's none like saucy Dolly; And but to view her dimber mug [2] Is e'er excuse for folly. She runs such precious cranky rigs With pinching wedge and lockets [3] Yet she's the toast of all the prigs Though stealing hearts and pockets. II Just twig Miss Dolly at a hop-- [4] She tries to come the graces! [5] To gain her end she will not stop And all the swells she chases. She ogles, nods, and patters flash [6] To ev'ry flatty cully [7] Until she frisks him, at a splash [8] Of rhino, wedge, and tully. [9] [1: women; prison] [2: pretty face] [3: stealing plate] [4: see; dance] [5: act] [6: talks slang] [7: susceptible fellow] [8: robs; entirely] [9: money] THE BY-BLOW OF THE JUG [Notes] [1842] [By PIERCE EGAN in _Captain Macheath_]. I In Newgate jail the jolly kid was born-- [1] Infamy he suck'd without any scorn! His mammy his father did not know, But that's no odds--Jack was a by-blow! Foddy, loddy, high O. II Scarcely had Jack got on his young pins, [2] When his mammy put him up to some very bad sins, And she taught him soon to swear and lie, And to have a finger in every pie. Foddy, loddy, high O. III His mammy was downy to every rig,-- [3] Before he could read she made him a prig; [4] Very soon she larn'd Jack to make a speak And he toddled out on the morning sneak [5] Foddy, loddy, high O. IV