THE VAUXHALL WATCH.
MY names Tady Blany I’ll be bound,
Neither man nor boy upon the ground,
Full twenty years I’ve beat my round,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
My time it being a little ſhort,
To be ſure I have had ſome ſport,
With the gentles that to this place reſort,
When Crying Vauxhall Watch.
Marcaronies, what a fight,
Then of pretty damſels neat and tight,
Of a ſtar-light morn I’ve bid good night,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
The ſpark replies no one will ſee,
You are deceiv’d, my ſoul, ſaid ſhe,
There’s that Iriſh thief, meaning me,
Crying Vauxhall watch.
Then I gets a thirteen not to talk,
And I gently ſteal t’wards the dark walk,
I then decamp no ſport to baulk,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
Neither man nor boy upon the ground,
Full twenty years I’ve beat my round,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
My time it being a little ſhort,
To be ſure I have had ſome ſport,
With the gentles that to this place reſort,
When Crying Vauxhall Watch.
Marcaronies, what a fight,
Then of pretty damſels neat and tight,
Of a ſtar-light morn I’ve bid good night,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
The ſpark replies no one will ſee,
You are deceiv’d, my ſoul, ſaid ſhe,
There’s that Iriſh thief, meaning me,
Crying Vauxhall watch.
Then I gets a thirteen not to talk,
And I gently ſteal t’wards the dark walk,
I then decamp no ſport to baulk,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.