We do things in Season, and have so much Reason,
We raise no Rebellion, nor never talk Treason;
We Bill all our Mates at very low rates,
While some keep their Quarters as high as the fates;
With Shinkin-ap-Morgan, with Blue-cap, or Teague, [8]
We into no Covenant enter, nor League.
And therefore a bonny bold Beggar I'll be,
For none lives a life more merry than he.
[1 Notes]
[2 wet linen]
[3 ale-house]
[4 stocks]
[5 Notes]
[6 Notes]
[7 beggar's patter]
[8 Notes]
A BUDG AND SNUDG SONG [Notes]
[1676 and 1712]
[From _A Warning for Housekeepers_... by one who was a prisoner
in Newgate 1676. The second version from the _Triumph of Wit_
(1712)].
I
The budge it is a delicate trade, [1]
And a delicate trade of fame;
For when that we have bit the bloe,[2]
We carry away the game:
But if the cully nap us, [3]
And the lurries from us take, [4]
O then {they rub}{he rubs} us to the whitt [5]
{And it is hardly }{Though we are not} worth a make [6]