Part 34 (1/2)

MISS DOLLY TRULL [Notes]

[1842]

[By PIERCE EGAN in _Captain Macheath_].

I

Of all the mots in this here jug, [1]

There's none like saucy Dolly; And but to view her dimber mug [2]

Is e'er excuse for folly.

She runs such precious cranky rigs With pinching wedge and lockets [3]

Yet she's the toast of all the prigs Though stealing hearts and pockets.

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Just twig Miss Dolly at a hop-- [4]

She tries to come the graces! [5]

To gain her end she will not stop And all the swells she chases.

She ogles, nods, and patters flash [6]

To ev'ry flatty cully [7]

Until she frisks him, at a splash [8]

Of rhino, wedge, and tully. [9]

[1: women; prison]

[2: pretty face]

[3: stealing plate]

[4: see; dance]

[5: act]

[6: talks slang]

[7: susceptible fellow]

[8: robs; entirely]

[9: money]

THE BY-BLOW OF THE JUG [Notes]

[1842]

[By PIERCE EGAN in _Captain Macheath_].

I

In Newgate jail the jolly kid was born-- [1]

Infamy he suck'd without any scorn!

His mammy his father did not know, But that's no odds--Jack was a by-blow!

Foddy, loddy, high O.

II