A NEW SONG OF NEW SIMILIES. My passion is as mustard strong; I sit all sober sad, Drunk as a piper all day long, 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, 1 The God of Love, at her approach, Straight as my leg her shape appears; As fine as fivepence is her mien; As smooth as glass, as white as curds, Her wit like pepper bites. Brisk as a body-louse she trips, 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, If I and Molly could agree, Till you grow tender as a chick, You'll know me truer than a die, Sure as a gun she'll drop a tear, When I am rotten as a pear, L 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, 3725. TO THE TUNE OF THE CUTPURSE. 1. YE gallants of Newgate, whose fingers are nice Attend and draw near, 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, Then, hopeless of life, He drew his penknife, And made a sad widow of Jonathan's wife. But forty pounds paid her, her grief shall appease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. • 111. Some say there are courtiers of highest renown, Let them all take their swing, And get a blue riband instead of a string. IV. Knaves, of old, to hide guilt by their cunning inven tions, Call'd briberies grants, and plain robberies pensions: Physicians and lawyers (who take their degrees To be learned rogues) call'd their pilfering fees. Since this happy day Now ev'ry man may Rob (as safe as in office) upon the highway. v. Some cheat in the Customs, some rob the Excise: But he who robs both is esteemed most wise. Churchwardens too prudent to hazard the halter, As yet only venture to steal from the altar. But now, to get gold, 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. |