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            Flashey Joe
               
            
            Flashey Joe
               1826
            
            
By R. MORLEY in Universal Songster, ii. 194.
            
            I
            
            As Flashey Joe one day did pass
              Through London streets, so jolly,
            A crying fish, he spied a lass
              ’Twas Tothill’s pride, sweet Molly!
            He wip’d his mug with bird’s-eye blue 
1 mouth; silk handkerchief
              He cried,—“Come, buss your own dear Joe”; 
2 kiss
            She turned aside, alas! ’tis true
              And bawled out—“Here’s live mackerel, O!
                Four a shilling, mackerel, O!
                All alive, O!
                New mackerel, O.”
            
            
            II
            
            Says I,—“Miss Moll, don’t tip this gam, 
3 talk like that
              You knows as how it will not do;
            For you I milled flash Dustman Sam   
4 fought
              Who made your peepers black and blue. 
5 eyes
            Vhy, then you swore you would be kind
              But you have queer’d so much of late, 
6 acted strangely
            And always changing like the wind,
              So now I’ll brush and sell my skate.”  
7 be off
                Buy my skate, etc.
            
            
            III
            
            She blubb’d—“Now, Joe, vhy treat me ill?
              You know I love you as my life!
            When I forsook both Sam and Will,
              And promised to become your wife,
            You molled it up with Brick-dust Sall 
8 took as a mistress
              And went to live with her in quod! 
9 gaol
            So I’ll pike off with my mack’ral  
10 walk
              And you may bolt with your salt cod.”
                Here’s mack’rel, etc.
            
            
            IV
            
            I could not part with her, d’ye see
              So I tells Moll to stop her snivel;  
11 crying
            “Your panting bubs and glist’ning eye 
12 paps
              Just make me love you like the divil.”
            “Vhy, then,” says she, “come tip’s your dad, 
13 shake hands
              And let us take a drap of gin,
            And may I choke with hard-roed shad
              If I forsake my Joe Herring.”
                Four a shilling, etc.
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
               		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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