The Thieves’ Chaunt

The Thieves’ Chaunt
By W. H. SMITH in The Individual.


There is a nook in the boozing ken, 1 public house
  Where many a mug I fog, 2 pipe; smoke
And the smoke curls gently, while cousin Ben
Keeps filling the pots again and again,
  If the coves have stump’d their hog. 3 paid a shilling


The liquors around are diamond bright,
  And the diddle is best of all; 4 gin
But I never in liquors took delight,
For liquors I think is all a bite, 5 humbug
  So for heavy wet I call. 6 porter


The heavy wet in a pewter quart,
  As brown as a badger’s hue,
More than Bristol milk or gin, 7 sherry
Brandy or rum, I tipple in,
  With my darling blowen, Sue. 8 mistress


Oh! grunting peck in its eating 9 pork
Is a richly soft and savoury thing;
A Norfolk capon is jolly grub 10 red-herring
When you wash it down with strength of bub: 11 lots of beer
But dearer to me Sue’s kisses far,
Than grunting peck or other grub are,
And I never funks the lambskin men, 12 judges
When I sits with her in the boozing ken.


Her duds are bob—she’s a kinchin crack, 13 clothes; neat; fine young woman
And I hopes as how she’ll never back;
For she never lushes dog’s-soup or lap, 14 drinks water or tea
But she loves my cousin the bluffer’s tap. 15 inn-keeper
She’s wide-awake, and her prating cheat, [16 ]
For humming a cove was never beat; 17 fooling a man
But because she lately nimm’d some tin, 18 stole; money
They have sent her to lodge at the King’s Head Inn. 19 Newgate; Notes

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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