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?
II
Why steals the booze down through thy snout, [5]
With mulberry's blue arrayed,
And why from throat steals hiccough out
My mugging maid?
IV
Why is thy mug so wan and blue, [6]
In mud and muck you're laid;
Say, what's the matter now with you
My mugging maid?
V
The flask that in her fam appeared [7]
The snore her conk betrayed, [8]
Told me, that Hodge's max had queered [9]
My mugging maid.
[1: Notes] [2: ear] [3: tongue] [4: speech] [5: drink] [6: mouth] [7: hand] [8: nose] [9: Notes; got the better of]