“Tout aux tavernes et aux filles.”
 Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack?
   Or fake the broads? or fig a nag?
 Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack?
   Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag?
   Suppose you duff? or nose and lag?
 Or get the straight, and land your pot?
   How do you melt the multy swag?
 Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
 Fiddle, or fence, or mace, or mack;
  Or moskeneer, or flash the drag;
Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack;
  Pad with a slang, or chuck a fag;
  Bonnet, or tout, or mump and gag;
Rattle the tats, or mark the spot;
  You can not bank a single stag;
 Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Suppose you try a different tack,
  And on the square you flash your flag?
At penny-a-lining make your whack,
  Or with the mummers mug and gag?
  For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag!
At any graft, no matter what,
  Your merry goblins soon stravag:
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
THE MORAL
 
  It’s up the spout and Charley Wag
With wipes and tickers and what not.
  Until the squeezer nips your scrag,
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.

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