Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs - and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896] by John S. Farmer
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He kick'd too, but that was all pride,
For soon you might see 'twas all over; And as soon as the nooze was untied, Then at darkey we waked him in clover, [10] And sent him to take a ground-sweat. [11] [1: pawned their clothes] [2: gallows or rope] [3: clothes] [4: drink] [5: halter] [6: candles] [7: Notes] [8: Notes] [9: cart] [10: night] [11: buried him] THE SONG OF THE YOUNG PRIG [Notes] [_c_. 1819] My mother she dwelt in Dyot's Isle, [1] One of the canting crew, sirs; [2] And if you'd know my father's style, He was the Lord-knows-who, sirs! I first held horses in the street, |
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