His mammy was downy to every rig,— [3]
Before he could read she made him a prig; [4]
Very soon she larn'd Jack to make a speak
And he toddled out on the morning sneak [5]
Foddy, loddy, high O.
IV
Jack had a sharp-looking eye to ogle, [6]
And soon he began to nap the fogle! [7]
And ever anxious to get his whack—
When scarcely ripe, he went on the crack. [8]
Foddy, loddy, high O.
V
"Now, my chick," says she, "you must take the road
'Tis richer than the finest abode,
For watches, purses, and lots of the gold—
A scampsman, you know, must always be bold." [9]
Foddy, loddy, high O.
VI
His mother then did give Jack some advice,
To her son a thief, who was not o'er nice;
Says she—"Fight your way, Jack, and stand the brunt,
You're of no use, my child, without the blunt, [10]
Foddy, loddy, high O."
VII
"Then keep it up, Jack, with rare lots of fun.
A short life, perhaps, but a merry one;
Your highway dodges may then live in fame,
Cheat miss-Fortune, and be sure to die game."
Foddy, loddy, high O.