English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
The third was a padder, that fell to decay, Who used for to plunder upon the highway; The fourth was a mill-ken to crack up a door, He'd venture to rob both the rich and the poor, The fifth was a glazier who when he creeps in, To pinch all the lurry he thinks it no sin. Toure you well, etc.