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LADIES DON'T GO THIEVING cho: Oh, don't we live all in curious times, You scarce could be believing, When Frenchmen fight, aye, and emperors die, And ladies go a-thieving. A beauty from the West-end went Around the shops she lingers. And thereupon some handkerchief She lights her pretty fingers. For thieving is a wicked trait, As I to you will state now. If a poor man stole a penny loaf They'd send him off to Newgate. He'd get six months, aye, in Newgate Gaol - In roguery was dealing. But here's a lady all in a veil Who rambles out a-thieving. The draper hid beneath her veil Said "What d'you mean by this then?" And very soon she was in the hands Of one of them new policemen. Her husband, when he had heard the news, Began to shout and to curse her. He swore he'd take his whip to her And make her fingers blister. For thieving is a wicked trait, As I to you will state now. If a poor man stole a penny loaf They'd send him off to Newgate. @outlaw filename[ LDYTHIEF MCP |
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