All you who live at your wit's end,
Unto this maxim pray attend,
Never despair to find a friend,
While flats have bit aboard!
For Nell and I now keep a gig,
And look so grand, so flash and big,
We roll in every knowing rig [14]
While we sing fal de ral tit, etc.
[1: Notes]
[2: walked]
[3: victims]
[4: stole handkerchiefs; side pocket]
[5: girl, whore]
[6: talking noisily]
[7: Notes]
[8: wig]
[9: steal]
[10: shilling]
[11: prison]
[12: eat and drink]
[13: made a rich haul]
[14: are up to every move]
A LEARY MOT [Notes]
[_c_. 1811]
[A broadside ballad].
I
Rum old Mog was a leary flash mot,
and she was round and fat, [1]
With twangs in her shoes, a wheelbarrow too,
and an oilskin round her hat;
A blue bird's-eye o'er dairies fine--
as she mizzled through Temple Bar, [2]
Of vich side of the way, I cannot say,
but she boned it from a Tar-- [3]
Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido.