Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896] - LightNovelsOnl.com
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[9: look at]
[10: p.a.w.n]
[11: drink]
[12: Botticelli(?)]
[13: Wagner(?)]
[14: The Corsican Brothers(?)]
[15: Notes]
[16: spend money]
"TOTTIE"
[1887]
[By "DAGONET" (G. R. SIMS) in _Referee_, 7 Nov.].
I
As she walked along the street With her little 'plates of meat,' [1]
And the summer suns.h.i.+ne falling On her golden 'Barnet Fair,' [2]
Bright as angels from the skies Were her dark blue 'mutton pies.' [3]
In my 'East and West' Dan Cupid [4]
Shot a shaft and left it there.
II
She'd a Grecian 'I suppose,' [5]
And of 'Hampstead Heath' two rows, [6]
In her 'Sunny South' that glistened [7]
Like two pretty strings of pearls; Down upon my 'bread and cheese' [8]
Did I drop and murmur, 'Please Be my "storm and strife," dear Tottie, [9]
O, you darlingest of girls!'
III
Then a bow-wow by her side, [10]
Who till then had stood and tried A 'Jenny Lee' to banish, [11]
Which was on his 'Jonah's whale,' [12]
Gave a hydrophobia bark, (She cried, 'What a Noah's Ark!') [13]
And right through my 'rank and riches' [14]
Did my 'cribbage pegs' a.s.sail. [15]
IV
Ere her bull-dog I could stop She had called a 'ginger pop,' [16]
Who said, 'What the "Henry Meville" [17]
Do you think you're doing there?'
And I heard as off I slunk, 'Why, the fellow's "Jumbo's trunk!" [18]
And the 'Walter Joyce' was Tottie's [19]
With the golden 'Barnet Fair.' [20]
[1: feet]
[2: hair]
[3: eyes]
[4: breast]
[5: nose]
[6: teeth]
[7: mouth]
[8: knees]
[9: wife]
[10: dog]
[11: flee]
[12: tail]
[13: lark]
[14: breeches]
[15: legs]
[16: slop = policeman]
[17: devil]
[18: drunk]
[19: voice]
[20: hair]
A PLANK BED BALLAD [1888]
[By "DAGONET" (G. R. SIMS) in _Referee_, 12 Feb.].
I
Understand, if you please, I'm a travelling thief, The gonophs all call me the gypsy; [1]
By the rattler I ride when I've taken my brief, [2]
And I sling on my back an old kipsey. [3]
II
If I pipe a good chat, why, I touch for the wedge, [4]
But I'm not a "particular" robber; I smug any snowy I see on the hedge, [5]
And I ain't above daisies and clobber. [6]
III
One day I'd a spree with two firms in my brigh, [7]
And a toy and a tackle--both red 'uns; [8]
And a spark prop a pal (a good screwsman) and I [9]
Had touched for in working two dead 'uns.
