III
Yet moochin' arch-screevers, [8]
Concoctin' deceivers,
Chaps as reap like their own
What by tothers were sown;
IV
Piratical fakers [9]
Of bosh by the acres,
These muck-worms of trash
Cut, oh, a great dash.
V
But, there, it don't matter
Since, to cut it still fatter,
By 'ook and by crook
Ve've got up this book.
VI
Tell ye 'ow? Vy in rum kens, [10]
In flash cribs and slum dens, [11]
I' the alleys and courts,
'Mong the doocedest sorts;
VII
When jawin' with Jillie
Or Mag and 'er Billie,
Ve shoved down in black
Their illigant clack. [12]