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The next was a parſon all in black,
He threw his arms about my neck,
But ſoon I robb'd him of his ſtore,
Becauſe he knew how to preach for more. &c.
A lawyer as he paſſed by,
On me he fix'd a wanton eye,
As he did me then embrace,
I pick'd his pocket before his face. O, &c.
I puſh'd my fortune England round,
Until I came to London town,
To pick their pockets I thought no crime,
Of twenty guineas at a time. O rare, &c.
You inferior huſſies in this town,
Will kiſs for a teſter or a crown,
I touch with none but quality,
Their gold I make them bring to me. &c.
As I went forth to take the air,
I met the Biſhop and Lord Mayor,
Although they were both married men,
They kindly took me by the hand. O, &c.
Next to their will I did comply,
All night in bed with them to ly,
But long before the break of day,
I brought his gold and watch away. O, &c.
I thought his money to conceal,
Beſides his watch' and golden ſeal;
But it was found out at the laſt,
