Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896] - BestLightNovel.com
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A des fois l'on rigole [33]
Ou bien l'on pavillonne [34]
Qu'on devrait lansquiner [35]
Raille, griviers, et cognes [36]
Nous ont pour la cigogne [37]
Tretons marrons paumes. [38] (_bis_)
[1: Thieves]
[2: Night]
[3: Watches]
[4: Money]
[5: Let us be cautious]
[6: Let us rob]
[7: citizen and wife]
[8: Awaken suspicion]
[9: Cried "Thief."]
[10: I took his watch.]
[11: His diamond buckles]
[12: His bank notes]
[13: Twelve oclock strikes.]
[14: The thieves]
[15: At the cabinet]
[16: Your door]
[17: Give money]
[18: Sleep at your house]
[19: Asks his wife]
[20: Says my love]
[21: These thieves]
[22: Watch stealers]
[23: Burglers]
[24: Do you not know them?]
[25: Breeches]
[26: Profit]
[27: Ready]
[28: Cellar]
[29: Patrol]
[30: The moon]
[31: Look at us.]
[32: Spies]
[33: Laughs]
[34: Jokes]
[35: To weep]
[36: Exempt, soldiers and gendarmes.]
[37: Palace of justice]
[38: Taken in the act]
_The Lag's Lament_
_See_ Note _ante_, "On the Prigging Lay", The original runs as follows:--
Air: _L'Heureux Pilote_.
Travaillant d'ordinaire, La sorgue dans Pantin, [1]
Dans mainte et mainte affaire Faisant tres-bon choppin, [2]
Ma gente cambriole, [3]
Rendoublee de camelotte, [4]
De la dalle au flaquet; [5]
Je vivais sans disgrace, Sans regout ni morace, [6]
Sans taff et sans regret. [7]
J'ai fait par comblance [8]
Giroude larguecape, [9]
Soiffant picton sans lance, [10]
Pivois non maquille, [11]
Tirants, pa.s.se a la rousse, [12]
Attaches de gratouse, [13]
Combriot galuche. [14]
Cheminant en bon drille, Un jour a la Courtille Je m'en etais engante. [15]
En faisant nos gambades, Un grand messiere franc, [16]
Voulant faire parade, Serre un bogue d'orient. [17]
Apres la gambriade, [18]
Le filant sur l'estrade, [19]
D'esbrouf je l'estourbis, [20]
J'enflaque sa limace, [21]
Son bogue, ses frusques, ses pa.s.ses, [22]
Je m'en fus au fourallis. [23]
Par contretemps, ma largue, Voulant se piquer d'honneur, Craignant que je la nargue Moi que n' suis pas taffeur, [24]
Pour gonfler ses valades Encasque dans un rade [25]
Sert des sigues a foison [26]
On la crible a la grive, [27]
Je m' la donne et m' esquive, [28]
Elle est pommee maron. [29]
Le quart d'oeil lui jabotte [30]
Mange sur tes nonneurs, [31]
Lui tire une carotte Lui montant la couleur. [32]
L'on vient, on me ligotte, [33]
Adieu, ma cambriole, Mon beau pieu, mes dardants [34]
Je monte a la cigogne, [35]
On me gerbe a la grotte, [36]
Au tap et pour douze ans. [37]
Ma largue n' sera plus gironde, Je serais vioc aussi; [38]
Faudra pour plaire au monde, Clinquant, frusque, maquis. [39]
Tout pa.s.se dans la tigne, [40]
Et quoiqu'on en juspine. [41]
C'est un f-- flanchet, [42]
