I could not part with her, d'ye see
So I tells Moll to stop her snivel; [11]
"Your panting bubs and glist'ning eye [12]
Just make me love you like the divil."
"Vhy, then," says she, "come tip's your dad, [13]
And let us take a drap of gin,
And may I choke with hard-roed shad
If I forsake my Joe Herring."
Four a shilling, etc.
[1: mouth; silk handkerchief]
[2: kiss]
[3: talk like that]
[4: fought]
[5: eyes]
[6: acted strangely]
[7: be off]
[8: took as a mistress]
[9: gaol]
[10: walk]
[11: crying]
[12: paps]
[13: shake hands]
MY MUGGING MAID [Notes]
[1826]
[By JAMES BRUTON. _Universal Songster_, iii. 103].
I
Why lie ye in that ditch, so snug,
With s-- and filth bewrayed [1]
With hair all dangling down thy lug [2]
My mugging maid?
II
Say, mugging Moll, why that red-rag [3]
Which oft hath me dismayed
Why is it now so mute in mag, [4]
My mugging maid?