/ · John S. Farmer’s Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes
            Ya-Hip, My Hearties!
               
            
            Ya-Hip, My Hearties!
               1819
            
            
From MOORE’S Tom Crib’s Memorial to Congress:—“Sung by Jack Holmes, the Coachman, at a late Masquerade in St Giles’s, in the
                character of Lord C—st—e—on ... This song which was written for him
                by Mr. Gregson, etc.”.
            
            I
            
              I first was hired to 
peg a Hack 1 drive a hackney-coach
              They call “The Erin” sometime back,
              Where soon I learned to 
patter flash, 
2 talk slang
              To curb the tits, and tip the lash—  
3 horses; whip
              Which pleased 
the Master of The Crown
              So much, he had me up to town,
              And gave me 
lots of 
quids a year, 
4 money
              To 
tool “The Constitutions” here. 
5 drive
                So, ya-hip, hearties, here am I
                That drive the Constitution Fly.
            
            
            II
            
              Some wonder how the Fly holds out,
              So rotten ’tis, within, without;
              So loaded too, through thick and thin,
              And with such 
heavy creturs IN.
              But, Lord, ’t will last our time—or if
              The wheels should, now and then, get stiff,
              Oil of Palm’s the thing that, flowing, 
6 money
              Sets the naves and felloes going.
              So ya-hip, 
Hearties! etc.
            
            
            III
            
              Some wonder, too, the 
tits that pull
              This 
rum concern along, so full,
              Should never 
back or 
bolt, or kick
              The load and driver to Old Nick.
              But, never fear, the breed, though British,
              Is now no longer 
game or skittish;
              Except sometimes about their corn,
              Tamer 
Houghnhums ne’er were born.
              So ya-hip, 
Hearties, etc.
            
            
            IV
            
              And then so sociably we ride!—
              While some have places, snug, inside,
              Some hoping to be there anon.
              Through many a dirty road 
hang on.
              And when we reach a filthy spot
              (Plenty of which there are, God wot),
              You’d laugh to see with what an air
              We 
take the spatter—each his share.
              So ya-hip, 
Hearties! etc.
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
               Notes
               Stanza III, line 8. Houyhnhnms. A race of horses endowed with
                  human reason, and bearing rule over the race of man—a reference to
                  Dean Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels (1726).
                  
               
               
             
            
            
               		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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