For them coves in Guildhall and that blessed Lord Mayor,
Prigs on their four bones should chop whiners,[99] I swear:
That long over Newgit their Worships may rule,
As the High-toby, mob, crack and screeve[100] model school;
For if Guv’ment was here, not the Alderman’s Bench,
Newgit soon ’ud be bad as “the Pent” or “the Tench.”[101]
Note.—We subjoin a Glossary of Mr. Cracksman’s lingo:—
[Transcriber's Note: See footnotes [86]-[101].]
Punch. January 31, 1857.