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?

II

Why steals the booze down through thy snout, [5]
With mulberry's blue arrayed,
And why from throat steals hiccough out
My mugging maid?

IV

Why is thy mug so wan and blue, [6]
In mud and muck you're laid;
Say, what's the matter now with you
My mugging maid?

V

The flask that in her fam appeared [7]
The snore her conk betrayed, [8]