As the approached the house they heard a number of rather unmusical voices engaged in shouting--for it could not be called singing--in chorus a song, the character of which may be imagined from the burthen, as follow-- Mankind are rogues of every degree, So, as long as we have breath we jolly rouges will be. 1850. Vice and Its Victim: Or, Phoebe, the Peasant's Daughter. A Romantic Tale. See here: https://books.google.com/books?id=bj1WAAAAcAAJ&pg=PA431&dq=%22rogues+of+every+degree%22
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