VI
Now listen to me, lads, and always you'll do well,
Empty every clie of duke, commoner, or swell; [16]
But if you stop a game cove, who has little else than pluck, [17]
Do not clean him out, and you'll never want for luck. [18]
So High-pads drink my toast,
Let honour be our boast,
And never pluck a poor cull of his gold.
Derry down.
THE BRIDLE-CULL AND HIS LITTLE POP-GUN [Notes] [1842]
[By PIERCE EGAN in Captain Macheath].