Miss Dolly Trull [Notes]
[By PIERCE EGAN in Captain Macheath].
I
Of all the mots in this here jug, [1]
There’s none like saucy Dolly;
And but to view her dimber mug [2]
Is e’er excuse for folly.
She runs such precious cranky rigs
With pinching wedge and lockets [3]
Yet she’s the toast of all the prigs
Though stealing hearts and pockets.
II
Just twig Miss Dolly at a hop— [4]
She tries to come the graces! [5]
To gain her end she will not stop
And all the swells she chases.
She ogles, nods, and patters flash [6]
To ev’ry flatty cully [7]
Until she frisks him, at a splash [8]
Of rhino, wedge, and tully. [9]
[1: women; prison] [2: pretty face] [3: stealing plate] [4: see; dance] [5: act] [6: talks slang] [7: susceptible fellow] [8: robs; entirely] [9: money]