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            A Leary Mot
               
            
            A Leary Mot
               c. 1811
            
            
A broadside ballad.
            I
            
            Rum old Mog was a leary flash mot,
              and she was round and fat, 
1 woman or harlot
            With twangs in her shoes, a wheelbarrow too,
              and an oilskin round her hat;
            A blue bird’s-eye o’er dairies fine—
              as she mizzled through Temple Bar, 
2 Silk-handkerchief; Notes; paps; went
            Of vich side of the way, I cannot say,
              but she boned it from a Tar— 
3 stole
                  Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido.
            
            
            II
            
            Now Moll’s flash com-pan-ion was a Chick-lane gill,
              and he garter’d below his knee, 
4 sweetheart
            He had twice been pull’d, and nearly lagg’d, 
5 gaoled; transported
              but got off by going to sea;
            With his pipe and quid, and chaunting voice,
              “Potatoes!” he would cry;
            For he valued neither cove nor swell,
              for he had wedge snug in his cly  
6 money; pocket
                  Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido.
            
            
            
            III
            
            One night they went to a Cock-and-Hen Club,  
7 Notes
              at the sign of the Mare and Stallion,
            But such a sight was never seen as Mog
              and her flash com-pan-ion;
            Her covey was an am’rous blade,
              and he buss’d young Bet on the sly, 
8 kissed
            When Mog up with her daddle, bang-up to the mark, 
9 fist; straight to the spot
               and she black’d the Bunter’s eye. 
10 rag-gatherer
            Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido.
            
            
            IV
            
            Now this brought on a general fight,
              Lord, what a gallows row—   
11 great shindy
            With whacks and thumps throughout the night,
              till “drunk as David’s sow”—  
12 Notes
            Milling up and down—with cut heads,
              and lots of broken ribs, 
13 fighting
            But the lark being over—they ginned themselves
              at jolly Tom Cribb’s.
                Singing, tol-lol-lol-lido.
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
               Notes
               Stanza III, line 1. Cock and Hen Club = a free-and-easy for
                  both sexes.
                  
               
               
               Stanza IV, line 4. Tom Cribb—see note p. 223.
                  
               
               
             
            
            
               		Taken from
               		Musa Pedestris,
               		Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes
               		[1536―1896], collected and annotated by John S. Farmer.
               	      
            
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