A villanous father and vagabond child;
That urchin roams prowling, of swag in pursuit,
By begging and stealing to keep the old brute.
"Oh father! oh father! that rum cove d'ye twig?
He looks so hard at me—he knows I'm a Prig!
To hook it, and mizzle, my best way would be."
"No, stoopid, that cove ain't no crusher—not he."
"Oh father! oh father! he keeps looking here;
He's coming to nab me—that 'ere blessed Peer;
It is the Earl-King with his Book and his School."