A NEW SONG OF NEW SIMILIES. My passion is as mustard strong; I sit all sober sad, Drunk as a piper all day long, Or like a March hare mad. Round as a hoop the bumpers flow; Pert as a pearmonger I'd be, Like a stuck pig I gaping stare, Plump as a partridge was I known, I, melancholy as a cat, Am kept awake to peep; Hard is her heart as flint or stone; The God of Love, at her approach, Is busy as a bee! Hearts sound as any bell or roach Ah me! as thick as hops or hail, Straight as my leg her shape appears; My heart would be scotfree from cares, As fine as fivepence is her mien As soft as pap her kisses are: As smooth as glass, as white as curds, Brisk as a body-louse she trips, Sweet as a rose her breath and lips, Full as an egg was I with glee, Good Lord! how all men envied met She lov'd like any thing. But, false as Hell, she, like the wind, Chang'd as her sex must do; Though seeming as the turtle kind, And like the Gospel true. NEWGATE'S GARLAND: Being a new Ballad, showing how Mr. Jonathan Wild's Throat was cut from Ear to Ear, with a Penknife, by Mr. Blake, alias Blueskin, the bold Highwayman, as he stood at his Trial in the Old Bailey, 1725. TO THE TUNE OF THE CUTPURSE. 1. YE gallants of Newgate, whose fingers are nice Ye sharpers so rich, who can buy off the noose, Good news ye shall hear, How Jonathan's throat was cut from ear to ear, How Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. 11. When to the Old Bailey this Blueskin was led, He drew his penknife, And made a sad widow of Jonathan's wife. Some say there are courtiers of highest renown, To pillage the king, And get a blue riband instead of a string. IV. Knaves, of old, to hide guilt by their cunning inventions, Call'd briberies grants, and plain robberies pensions: Now ev'ry man may Rob (as safe as in office) upon the highway. V. Some cheat in the Customs, some rob the Excise: They may be more bold, And rob on the highway since Jonathan's cold: For Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. |