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Oh lads that are quier on the rum-padding lay, / That saddle your prancers at waning of day, / That ride to the tavern at dawning, / Take warning, / For a dell with a scampsman the dickens 'ull play.
In gaol a full dozen of rum-pads are lying, / And for Dolly and Molly and Polly are sighing, / But those very same troublesome fair / Sent 'em there, / And they'll all curse their morts when it comes to the dying.
Let the gemman who wants to bing wide of the crap / Beware of his dell, for she's certain to rap -- / There I've tipped you a deuced moral lay, / So good day, / I'm off to lie soft in my Barbara's lap.