IX
Next came the Pass de Fascination
Betwixt Peg Price and Dumby Dick—
But Peg had sich a corporation,
He dropp'd her like a red hot brick.
The company was so enraptur'd,
They buckets of vall flowers threw—
But one chap flung a bunch of turnips,
Which nearly split Dick's nut in two.
Tol, lol lol, etc.
X
The dose now set to gallopading,
And stamp'd with all their might and main—
They thump'd the floor so precious hard-in,
It split the ancient crib in twain, [11]
Some pitch'd in the road, bent double—
Some was smash'd with bricks—done brown—
So the cadgers saved 'The Crown' the trouble
Of sending coves to pull it down.
Tol, lol lol, etc.
[1: nothing] [2: merrily] [3: walking] [4: lodging-house] [5: sweetheart; wife] [6: penny] [7: dressed] [8: Grisi?] [9: beer] [10: drunk] [11: house]
"DEAR BILL, THIS STONE-JUG" [Notes] [1857]
[From Punch, 31 Jan., p. 49. Being an Epistle from Toby
Cracksman, in Newgate, to Bill Sykes].
I
Dear Bill, this stone-jug at which flats dare to rail, [1]
(From which till the next Central sittings I hail),
Is still the same snug, free-and-easy old hole,
Where Macheath met his blowens, and Wild floor'd his bowl [2]
In a ward with one's pals, not locked up in a cell, [3]
To an old hand like me it's a family hotel. [4]