Part 33 (1/2)

Then, my blades, when you're bush'd, and must have the swag, [10]

Walk into tattlers, s.h.i.+ners, and never fear the lag; [11]

Then patter to all spicey, and tip 'em lots of fun, [12]

And blunt you'll never want while you've got a pop-gun. [13]

Fol, de, rol! la!

[1: ears]

[2: highwayman]

[3: fellow]

[4: money]

[5: run away]

[6: went off; afraid]

[7: highwayman]

[8: highwayman]

[9: money]

[10: companions; out of luck; plunder]

[11: watches; money; transportation]

[12: talk; civilly; give]

[13: money]

JACK FLASHMAN[Notes]

[1842]

[By PIERCE EGAN in _Captain Macheath_].

I

Jack Flashman was a prig so bold, Who sighed for nothen but the gold; For sounding, frisking any clie, [1]

Jack was the lad, and never shy.

Fol, de, rol.

II

Jack long was on the town, a teazer; [2]

A spicy blade for wedge or sneezer; [3]

Could turn his fives to anything [4]

Nap a reader, or filch a ring. [5]

Fol, de, rol.

III

Jack was all game, and never slack, [6]

In the darky tried the crack; [7]

Frisk'd the lobby and the swag; ”I'm fly to every move,” his brag. [8]

Fol, de, rol.

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