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            The Bridle-Cull and his little Pop-Gun
               
            
            The Bridle-Cull and his little Pop-Gun
               1842
            
            
By PIERCE EGAN in Captain Macheath.
            
            I
            
            My brave brother troopers, slap-up in the abode,
            Come listen unto me while I chant about “the Road”;
            Oh prick up your list’ners if you are fond of fun 
1 ears
            A bridle-cull’s the hero, and his little pop-gun. 
2 highwayman
              Fal, de, rol! lal! lal! la!
            
            
            II
            
            One morning early he went, this rollicking blade, 
3 fellow
            To pick the blunt up, and he met a nice young maid; 
4 money
            “I’ll not rob you,” said he, “and so you needn’t bunk: 
5 run away
            But she lammas’d off in style, of his pop-gun afunk 
6 went off; afraid
              Fal, de, rol! lal! lal! la!”
            
            
            III
            
            Then up came a stage-coach, and thus the gloque did say, 
7 highwayman
            I’m sorry for to stop you, but you must hear my lay;
            “Come, stand and deliver! if not, sure as the sun,
            Your journey I will stop with my little pop-gun.”
              Fal, de, rol! lol! lol!
            
            
            IV
            
            “Tis by these little lays a High-padsman he thrives, 
8 highwayman
            ”Oh take all our rhino, but pray spare our lives!“ 
9 money
            Cry the passengers who anxious all are for to run,
            Frightened nigh to death by his little pop-gun.”
              Fol, de, rol.
            
            Then, my blades, when you’re bush’d, and must have the swag, 
10 companions; out of luck; plunder
            Walk into tattlers, shiners, and never fear the lag; 
11 watches; money; transportation
            Then patter to all spicey, and tip ’em lots of fun, 
12 talk; civilly; give
            And blunt you’ll never want while you’ve got a pop-gun. 
13 money
              Fol, de, rol! la!
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
               Notes
               See Note to “Sonnets for The Fancy” p. 225. Captain Macheath
                  was one of Egan’s latest, and by no means one of his best,
                  productions. It is now very scarce.
                  
               
               
             
            
            
               		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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