IV
"Tis by these little lays a High-padsman he thrives, [8]
"Oh take all our rhino, but pray spare our lives!" [9]
Cry the passengers who anxious all are for to run,
Frightened nigh to death by his little pop-gun."
Fol, de, rol.
Then, my blades, when you're bush'd, and must have the swag, [10]
Walk into tattlers, shiners, and never fear the lag; [11]
Then patter to all spicey, and tip 'em lots of fun, [12]
And blunt you'll never want while you've got a pop-gun. [13]
Fol, de, rol! la!
[1: ears] [2: highwayman] [3: fellow] [4: money] [5: run away] [6: went off; afraid] [7: highwayman] [8: highwayman] [9: money] [10: companions; out of luck; plunder] [11: watches; money; transportation] [12: talk; civilly; give] [13: money]
JACK FLASHMAN [Notes] [1842]
[By PIERCE EGAN in Captain Macheath].