THE RUM-MORT'S PRAISE OF HER FAITHLESS MAUNDER [Notes] [1707]
[From The Triumph of Wit, by J. Shirley: also in New Canting
Dict.].
I
Now my kinching-cove is gone, [1]
By the rum-pad maundeth none, [2]
Quarrons both for stump and bone, [3]
Like my clapperdogeon. [4]
II
Dimber damber fare thee well, [5]
Palliards all thou didst excel, [6]
And thy jockum bore the Bell, [7]
Glimmer on it never fell. [8]
III
Thou the cramprings ne'er did scowre, [9]
Harmans had on thee no power, [10]
Harmanbecks did never toure; [11]
For thee, the drawers still had loure. [12]
IV
Duds and cheats thou oft hast won, [13]
Yet the cuffin quire couldst shun; [14]
And the deuseaville didst run, [15]
Else the chates had thee undone. [16]