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?
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?