Jack took off his hat, with a jaunty air—
The dashy, splashy, leary little stringer—
And he kiss'd the lips of the lady fair—
Phililoo!
She sigh'd a sigh, and her looks said plain,
I don't care much if I'm robb'd again!
Ran dan row de dow, on we go!
Chorus.—Ran, dan, etc.
[1: spirited horse] [2: wink] [3: money]
THE BOULD YEOMAN [Notes] [1842]
[By PIERCE EGAN in Captain Macheath].
I
A chant I'll tip to you about a High-pad pal so down, [1]
With his pops, and high-bred prad which brought to him renown; [2]
On the road he cut a dash, to him 'twas delight!
And if culls would not surrender, he shewed the kiddies fight! [3]
With his pops so bright and airy,
And his prad just like a fairy,
He went out to nab the gold! [4]
Derry down, down, derry down,
II
He met a bould yeoman, and bid him for to stand;
"If I do, I'm damn'd!" said he, "although you cut it grand.
I'm an old English farmer, and do not me provoke
I've a cudgel, look ye here, it's a prime tough bit of oak!
And I'll give you some gravy, [5]
Of that I'll take my davy, [6]
If you try to prig my gold [7]
Derry down."