My Mugging Maid

My Mugging Maid
By JAMES BRUTON. Universal Songster, iii. 103.


Why lie ye in that ditch, so snug,
  With s— and filth bewrayed 1 Notes
With hair all dangling down thy lug 2 ear
                          My mugging maid?

Say, mugging Moll, why that red-rag 3 tongue
  Which oft hath me dismayed
Why is it now so mute in mag, 4 speech
                          My mugging maid?


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


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


The flask that in her fam appeared 7 hand
  The snore her conk betrayed, 8 nose
Told me, that Hodge’s max had queered 9 Notes; got the better of
                          My mugging maid.

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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