The Song of the Young Prig.
My Mother she dwelt in Dyot’s Isle,[249]
One of the Canting Crew,[250] sirs;
And if you’d know my father’s style,
He was the Lord Knows-who, sirs!
I first held horses in the street,
But being found defaulter,
Turned rumbler’s flunky[251] for my meat,
So was brought up to the halter.