Sorry, GUEST,#, just trying to be helpful.

DUCK-LEGGED DICK
(Unknown)

Duck-leg Dick had a donkey
And his lush lov'd much for swill
One day he got rather lumpy
And got seven days to the mill
His donkey was taken to the Green Yard
A fate which he never deserv'd
Oh, it was such a regular mean yard
That alas! the poor moke got starv'd
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

To Brixton, without any riot
They logg'd Dick off very quick
He went in remarkably quiet
'Cos he knew it was no use to kick
Each they day made him grapple
On the roley-polly stairs
On Sunday they sent him to chapel
But they couldn't make the [?]uffer say his prayers
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

So time passed on, as I've stated
When these things came to pass
When Dick got liberated
He went to look after his ass
When the death to him they nam'd it
It filled him with dismay
Then he went to the green yard and claim'd it
And I rought the dead donkey away
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

Dick's feelings were so much distress'd
He borrowed a knife and a s[?]ee'
Like Alderman S--- he did dress it
And cut his dead body up like veal
To a Bermondsey tanner his skin went
And the offal away he throw'd
And the fore quarters, thick and thin bones
Went to a shop where they sold alamode
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

The hair off the haed [head] he scalded
The hair pretty close he di[d] crop
A lemon in his mouth he holded
And sent him to a pastrycook's shop
His [f]eet in a jelly he carted
'Cos he thought it a mess that would please
And the rest was sent to Newgate Market
To make real Epping Sausages
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

So Dick got along with his cronies
Without any fear or a noise
And made some into polonies
And some into sweet saveloys
In his spl[?it?] he go' no damper
So a bargain he got pretty quick
For he bought a new moke and hamper
To seventeen bob an[d] a kick
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

So Dick toddled off with his bargain
The donkey was warranted sound
'T was lies [????] [s]wore that they [t]old [?????]
And [t]hat p[r]etty soon found
One leg was a regular [???]nger
And he had[n]'t got a eye i[n] his head
So the live [m]oke that they sold him
Was as quiet as the one that was dead
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

The moke couldn't go [???] axing
So the hampers he took from his back
Then spit in his hand and whopp'd him
For all the world just like a sack
Not one blow poor Dick misses
That the people cried out "what a shame!"
But Dick only told 'em to kiss h[i]s
What I don't mean to chose for a name
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

Some kid from one Dicky Ma[????]
Took him up for this cruel crime
Afore the break sure and s[????]
And the donkey was sold for the fine
Dick spirits he could not govern
So in the office he kicked up a row
So once he was sent to prison
And there the poor devil is now
Oh, bad luck can't be prevented
Tho' Fortune may smile or frown
He's best off that's contented
To mix, sirs, the ups with the downs

Transcribed from GUEST,#'s source