Jack left the jug right mer-ri-ly, [12]
And vent and black'd his doxy's eye! [13]
Saying—look, marm, when next you split,
I'll finish you with a rummy hit!
Fol, de, rol.
VI
My blades, before my chaunt I end, [14]
Here the rag-sauce of a friend; [15]
Ne'er trust to any fancy jade,
For all their chaff is only trade!
Fol, de, rol.
VII
Let all their gammon be resisted;
Vithout you vishes to get twisted! [16]
And never nose upon yourself— [17]
You then are sure to keep your pelf.
Fol, de, riddle.
[1: robbing; pocket] [2: clever fellow] [3: silver plate; snuffbox] [4: hands] [5: pocket-book; steal a ring] [6: bold] [7: evening; burglary] [8: aware of] [9: betrayed by his mistress] [10: gave information] [11: deserted] [12: prison] [13: sweetheart] [14: men] [15: advice] [16: hung] [17: talk about]
MISS DOLLY TRULL [Notes] [1842]
[By PIERCE EGAN in Captain Macheath].
I
Of all the mots in this here jug, [1]
There's none like saucy Dolly;
And but to view her dimber mug [2]
Is e'er excuse for folly.
She runs such precious cranky rigs
With pinching wedge and lockets [3]
Yet she's the toast of all the prigs
Though stealing hearts and pockets.