
The poem presents a highwayman's monologue as thickening mist settles over a marsh at dusk. Weary of drinking, wenching, and idling, he declares himself ready for action and calls for his mare, Marjorie, to be saddled, noting that the moon is bright and the night is ripe for robbery. He anticipates holding up a lord, forcing him to surrender money, seizing a woman's ring, and stealing a kiss from a pretty girl, boasting of his own daring. He looks forward to returning with his mare to their den by morning, where they will drink, tally their stolen goods, and boast of their fellow highwaymen before resting.
By Sheila Kaye-Smith · First published 1914 · Genre: Poetry, Ballad, Crime Fiction · 172 words
Mists on the marsh are gathering thick, / The shuddering woods are dim, / My barker's muzzle looks grim, / Of boozing and delling and such I'm sick.
Saddle my mare -- my Marjorie -- / For Oliver's glim is bright, / And this is a snaffling night -- / Ho, my girl, for the nuttiest spree!
We'll make his Lordship tip us the bit, / We'll knuckle his mort's fawnie, / And a kiss, for we're gay dogs, we, / And love to fool with a comely chit.
At morning's dawn we will ride to our ken, / And tipple, and count our swag, / And of our flash spices brag, / And rest the bodies of mares and men.
The Scampsman's Night is listed on Textopian as a poem by Sheila Kaye-Smith, dated 1914 CE.
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poetry · ballad · underworld · highwayman · period slang · criminal narrative · folk verse · British literature · 20th century · cant songs · historical poetry · iambic verse