And chiv’d his Darbies[202] in twain;
But filing of a Rumbo-Ken,
My Bowman is snabbled again.
I, Frisky Moll, with my Rum Cull,[203]
Would suck in a Boozing Ken;
But e’er for the Scran[204] he had tipt the Cole,
The Harman he came in.
A Famble, a Tattle, and two Pops,[205]
Had my Bowman when he was ta’en;
But had we not booz’d in the Diddle shops,[206]