Argot and Slang. Albert Barrere
bawdy baskets,[165] dommerars,[166] clapper dogeons,[167] patricoes,[168] or curtails;[169] but I will defend him, or them, as much as I can, against all other outliers whatever. I will not conceal aught I win out of libkins,[170] or from the ruffmans,[171] but will preserve it for the use of the company. Lastly, I will cleave to my doxy,[172] wap[173] stiffly, and will bring her duds,[174] margery praters,[175] gobblers,[176] grunting cheats,[177] or tibs of the buttery,[178] or anything else I can come at, as winnings for her wappings.”[179]
[154] Maunder,beggar.[155] Tawny prince,Prince Prig, the head of the gipsies.[156] Abrams,half-naked beggars.[157] Ruffies,beggars who sham the old soldier.[158] Hookers,thieves who beg in the daytime and steal at night from shops with a hook.[159] Palliardes,ragged beggars.[160] Swaddlers,Irish Roman Catholics who pretend conversion.[161] Toyles,beggars with pedlar’s pack.[162] Swigmen,beggars.[163] Whip Jacks,beggars who sham the shipwrecked sailor.[164] Jarkmen,learned beggars, begging-letter impostors.[165] Bawdy baskets,prostitutes.[166] Dommerars,dumb beggars.[167] Clapper dogeons,beggars by birth.[168] Patricoes,those who perform the marriage ceremony.[169] Curtails,second in command, with short cloak.[170] Libkins,lodgings.[171] Ruffmans,bushes or woods.[172] Doxy,mistress.[173] Wap,to lie with a woman.[174] Duds,clothes.[175] Margery praters,hens.[176] Gobblers,ducks.[177] Grunting cheats,pigs.[178] Tibs of the buttery,geese.[179] Wappings,coition.
Eighteenth Century.
JERRY JUNIPER’S CHANT.
(From Ainsworth’s Rookwood.)
In a box[180] of the stone jug[181] I was born,
Of a hempen widow[182] the kid[183] forlorn,
Fake away!
And my father, as I’ve heard say,
Fake away!
Was a merchant of capers gay,
Who cut his last fling with great applause,
Nix my doll pals, fake away![184]
To the tune of hearty choke with caper sauce.
Fake away!
The knucks[185] in quod[186] did my schoolmen[187] play,
Fake away!
And put me up to the time of day,[188]
Until at last there was none so knowing,
No such sneaksman[189] or buzgloak[190] going,
Fake away!
Fogles[191] and fawnies[192] soon went their way,
Fake away!
To the spout[193] with the sneezers[194] in grand array,
No dummy hunter[195] had forks so fly,[196]
No knuckler so deftly could fake a cly,[197]
Fake away!
No slourd hoxter[198] my snipes[199] could stay,
Fake away!
None knap a reader[200] like me in the lay.