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I think my flashy coachman, that you'll take better care, Nor for a little bub come the slang upon your fare; Your jazy pays the garnish, unless the fees you tip, 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.

[1: footpads; pick pockets; Notes] [2: Tothill-fields prison] [3: warder, pick oakum] [4: money] [5: feet] [6: fist] [7: eyes] [8: common lodging-house][Notes] [9: drink; abuse] [10: wig; "footing"]

THE SANDMAN'S WEDDING [b. 1789]

[A Cantata by G. Parker (?)].

Recitative.

As Joe the sandman drove his noble team Of raw-rump'd jennies, "Sand-ho!" was his theme: Just as he turned the corner of the drum, His dear lov'd Bess, the bunter, chanc'd to come; With joy cry'd "Woa", did turn his quid and stare, First suck'd her jole, then thus addressed the fair.

Air.