And a Miss Rachel Vardle beside,
Vot the gent had lugged off by the nicks,
And promis’d to make her his bride.
I knowed by the cut of his boot,
As the cove had put up at our inn,
So Pickwick, without a dispute,
Comes tumbling down with the tin!
And me arter that he engages,
To follow him in his career—
Good togs and twelve shiners for vages,