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 Rh Frum shadder inter shadder, up the street, A prowlin' moll sneaks by, wiv eyes all 'ate, Dodgin' some unseen John, 'oo's sure, slow feet Comes tappin' after, certin as 'er fate; In some back crib, a shicker's loud 'owled verse Stops sudden, wiv a crash, an' then a curse.

Low down, a splotch o' red, where 'angs a blind Before the winder uv a Chow caboose, Shines in the dead black wall, an' frum be'ind, Like all the cats o' Chinertown broke loose, A mad Chow fiddle wails a two-note toon... An' then I seen 'er, underneath the moon.

Rosie the Rip they calls 'er in the Lane; Fer she wus alwus willin' wiv 'er 'an's, An' uses 'em to make 'er meanin' plain In ways that Spadger's beauties understan's. But when ole Ginger played to snare 'er 'eart, Rosie the Rip wus jist the soft, weak tart.

'Igh in 'er winder she wus leanin' out, Swappin' remarks wiv fat ole Mother Moon. The things around I clean fergot about— Fergot the fiddle an' its crook Chow toon; I only seen one woman in the light Achin' to learn 'er forchin frum the night.