[21: a cheery greeting]
[22: police]
[23: saw us going]
[24: dandy]
[25: robbed of the plunder]
[26: police and magistrates]
[27: transported]




THE LAG'S LAMENT
[1829]

[By H. T. R. in _Vidocq's Memoirs_, Vol III. 169].


I

Happy the days when I vorked away,
In my usual line in the prigging lay, [1]
Making from this, and that, and t'other,
A tidy living without any bother:
When my little crib was stored with swag, [2]
And my cly vas a veil-lined money bag, [3]
Jolly vas I, for I feared no evil,
Funked at naught, and pitched care to the devil.

II