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            Ye Scamps, Ye Pads, Ye Divers
               
            
            Ye Scamps, Ye Pads, Ye Divers
               1781
            
            
From The Choice of Harlequin: or The Indian Chief by MR. MESSINK, and sung by JOHN EDWIN as “the Keeper of Bridewell”.
            
            I
            
            Ye scamps, ye pads, ye divers, and all upon the lay, 
1 footpads; pick pockets; Notes
            In Tothill-fields gay sheepwalk, like lambs ye sport and play; 
2 Tothill-fields prison
            Rattling up your darbies, come hither at my call;
            I’m jigger dubber here, and you are welcome to mill doll. 
3 warder, pick oakum
                      With my tow row, etc.
            
            
            II
            
            At your insurance office the flats you’ve taken in,
            The game they’ve play’d, my kiddy, you’re always sure to win;
            First you touch the shiners—the number up—you break, 
4 money
            With your insuring-policy, I’d not insure your neck.
                        With my tow row, etc.
            
            
            
            III
            
            The French, with trotters nimble, could fly from English blows, 
5 feet
            And they’ve got nimble daddles, as monsieur plainly shews;  
6 fist
            Be thus the foes of Britain bang’d, ay, thump away, monsieur,
            The hemp you’re beating now will make your solitaire.
            With my tow row, etc.
            
            
            IV
            
            My peepers! who’ve we here now? why this is sure Black-Moll: 
7 eyes
            My ma’am, you’re of the fair sex, so welcome to mill doll;
            The cull with you who’d venture into a snoozing-ken,  
8 common lodging-house][Notes
            Like Blackamore Othello, should “put out the light—and then.”
            With my tow row, etc.
            
            
            V
            
            I think my flashy coachman, that you’ll take better care,
            Nor for a little bub come the slang upon your fare; 
9 drink; abuse
            Your jazy pays the garnish, unless the fees you tip, 
10 wig; "footing"
            Though you’re a flashy coachman, here the gagger holds the whip,
            With my tow row, etc.
            
Chorus omnes
            We’re scamps, we’re pads, we’re divers, we’re all upon the lay,
            In Tothill-fields gay sheepwalk, like lambs we sport and play;
            Rattling up our darbies, we’re hither at your call,
            You’re jigger dubber here, and we’re forc’d for to mill doll.
                With my tow row, etc.
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
            
               Notes
               Stanza I, line 1. The lay = a pursuit, a scheme: here =
                  thievery and roguery in general.
                  
               
               
               Stanza IV, line 4. Like Blackamore Othello &c.—the reference
                  is to Othello, v. 2. “Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more
                  men. Put out the light, and then—put out the light.”
                  
               
               
             
            
            
               		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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