Two versions of the same recitation-song are in the Bodleian Collection, both based on the "Artful Dodger" of Charles Dickens. One of them is attributed to Sam Cowell; "The Artful Dodger." The other is just called "The Dodger."

The subject is a petty thief with an overblown ego who gets transported to Australia. This song has little or nothing to do with the "We're All Dodgers" collected by Randolph.
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THE ARTFUL DODGER
1858 (1862)
"This very funny and highly humourous song
as sung by Sam Cowell..."

Now gals and boys I hope you're well,
And then yes, I'm the same;
Of course you don't know me not at all,
But the Dodger is my name.
You've read my ad-wen-tures writ by "Bos,"
(I say who the Dickens is he?)
About a pariah 'prentice lad,
"Who vas All-of-a-twist like me."

Refrain:
Then fare-ye-vell Vhitechapel boys,
And farevell all my friends;
I'm going away for the good of my 'ealth,
But not at my own expense.

Now all young lads vhat's in this town,
Attend to my lamenting lay;
Don't let your spirits tumble down,
Vhile some few words to you I say.
It's all wery vell vhen you're in luck,
Your pals will stand a cup,
But vhen you're down they "keep you down,"
Because they "turns you up."
Then fare-ye-vell Vhitechapel boys, etc.

Vhen Mister Dickens wrote his book,
He drew my character so vell,
It might ha' been my Dog-or-a-type,
For none could the difference tell.
And then there come another cove,
Vhat paints my features in;
I means good Mister Crooked-Shanks,
Vhat never drinks no gin.
Then fare-ye-vell etc.

I nailed this yaller from a bloke
Just down in Drury Lane;
And this Bandana from a svell,
Vhile svallerin his champagne.
This from a Foreneer I took,
As he valked Leicester Square;
And this 'ere vun came from a cove,
As grand as the Lord Mayor.
Then fare-ye-vell etc.

And so it is you plainly see,
To be a prig* has been my lot,
There's nothink comes amiss to me
Exceptin' 'tis the vile Garotte;
I've used my fingers vhen I'd luck
'Cause I'd the happy knack,
But I never like a coward struck
A man behind his back.
Then fare-ye-vell etc.

There's one or two more lately,
Wot's taken coves in unawares;
And wot's the difference I'd like to know,
'Tween these 'ere vipes and Railway Shares.
The Crystal Palace cotched it, too,
They had themselves to thank,
But the biggest swindle on 'em all-
Vas the Royal British Bank.
Then fare-ye-vell etc.

Then farevell, pals, a long farevell,
But vhen I'm gone you must not grieve,
I'll soon be vonce more back again,
'Cause I'll soon vork the Ticket-o'-leave.
But there's vun thought vhere e'er I go,
Vhat vill this buzzum cheer;
Which is, that vhen I comes again,
You'll hail the Dodger here.
Then fare-ye-vell Vhitechapel boys, etc.

Bodleian Collection. Ballads Catalogue, Firth c.17(139). Dated December 1862, but original date indicated as 1858. The Poet's Box, Glasgow. Fake dialect throughout.

Two scandals or swindles are mentioned, but there is nothing like the content of the American songs "We're All Dodgers."

(The premier Dodger of them all vas heard again tonight)