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( 3 ) 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, When I in Newgate then was caſt. O. &c.