Iii

A-coming avay from Wauxhall von night, I cleared out a muzzy cove quite; He'd been a strutting avay like a king, And on his digit he sported a ring, A di'mond sparkler, flash and knowing, Thinks I, I'll vatch the vay he's going, And fleece my gemman neat and clever, So, at least I'll try my best endeavour.