If we maund Pannam,[149] Lap, or Ruff-Peck,
Of Poplars of Yarum,[150] he cuts bing to the Ruffmans,
Or else he with cruelty swears by the Lightmans,[151]
He’ll seize us, and put our stamps fast in the Harmans,[152]
The Ruffin cly the Ghost of the Harmanbeck
If we heave a Booth[153] we straight cly the Jerk[154]
If we niggle or mill but a poor Boozing-Ken,[155]
Or nip a poor Bung[156] with one single Win,
Or dup but the Gigger[157] of a Country-cove’s Ken,
Straight we’re to the Cuffin Queer[158] forced to bing;