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, Am kept away to weep; Hard is her heart as flint or stone; And merry as a grig is grown, The God of love, at her approach, Hearts sound as any bell or roach Ah me! as thick as hops or hail, Straight as my leg her shape appears; 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, Clean as a penny drest; Sweet as a rose her breath and lips, Full as an egg was I with glee, And happy as a king: Good Lord! how all men envied me! She lov'd like any thing. But, false as hell, she, like the wind, If I and Molly could agree, 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.* [The history of Jonathan Wild, whose practices gave rise to the character of Peachum in the Beggar's Opera, is pretty well known. He was a thieftaker by profession, which he united with the seemingly inconsistent character of heading a band of thieves and robbers. He received their booty, paid them for it according to his own rates, and restored it to the proprietors when it benefited his purse or reputation to do so. He had even such influence over his banditti, that he could every now and then make a sacrifice to justice of any one who he suspected had run his race, or who had murmured against his authority. In such cases, Jonathan was both the person who apprehended, and whose evidence convicted his associate. But one Blake, or Blueskin, although he had been under Wild's tuition from a child, finding himself apprehended and condemned for house-breaking, and seeing his tutor in guilt the chief evidence against him, was filled at once with the feelings of indignation and despair, and clapping his hand suddenly under Jonathan's chin, in the presence of the Court, still sitting, cut a gash in his throat, with a folding-knife, which had nearly proved mortal. Jonathan Wild survived the wound, however, and being convicted under the statute for receiving money for recovery of stolen goods without apprehending the thieves, he, on 24th May 1725, suffered at the gallows, for which he had bred, and to which he had conducted so many victims.] * The well-known song in Ben Jonson's Bartholomew Fair, of which the burden runs : Youth, youth, thou hadst better been starved by thy nurse, I. 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. II. When to the Old Bailey this Blueskin was led, He drew his penknife, And made a sad widow of Jonathan's wife. III. Some say there are courtiers of highest renown, Who steal the king's gold, and leave him but a crown: Some say there are peers and parliament men, To pillage the king, And get a blue riband instead of a string. Now Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. |