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The Black Profession: A Song.

Good people give ear whilst a Story I tell, Of 20 black Tradesmen who were brought up in Hell, On purpose poor People to Rob of their due, There's none shall be nooz'd if you find but one true. The first was a Coiner that stampt in a Mould, The second a Voucher to put off his Cold: Mark you well, Hark you well, See where they'r rubb'd Ʋp to the Nubbing-Cheat, and there they're nubb'd. The third was a Padder that fell to decay, And when he was living took to the High-way. The fourth is a Mill-ken to crack up a door, He'll venture to Rob both the Rich and the Poor. The fifth is a Glazier who when he creeps in, To pinch all the Lurry he thinks it no Sin: Mark you well, &c. The fifth is File-cloy that not one Hick spares. The seventh is a Budge to trip up the Stairs. The eighth is a Bulk than can Bulk any Hick, If the Master be napp'd then the Bulk he is sick. The ninth is a Ginny to lift up a Grate, If he sees but the Lurry with his hooks he will bate. Mark you well, &c. The tenth is a Shop-lift, who carries a Bob, When she rangeth the City the Shops for to Rob. The eleventh is a Bubber, much used of late, he goes to an Alehouse and steals thence the Plate. The twelfth a Trappann, if a Cully he do's meet, He nips all his Lour and turns him i'th'street: Mark you well, &c.

The thirteenth a Fambler false Rings for to sell, When a Mob he has bit his Cole he will tell. The fourteenth a Gamester if he sees the Hick sweet, He presently drops don a Cog in the street. The fifteenth's a Prancer whose courage is small, If they catch him Horse-stealing he's noozed for all: Mark you well, &c. The Sixteenth a Sheep-napper whose Trade is so deep, If he's caught in the Corn he's mark'd for a Sheep The seventeenth a Dunaker that will make Vows, To goe into the Country to steal all the Cows. The eighteenth a Kid-napper who Spirits young Men, Though he tips them the Pikes they nig him again: Mark you well, &c. The nineteenth is a Prigger of Cacklers in Storms, Goes into the Countrey to visit the Farms; He steals there their Poultrey and thinks it no Sin When into the Hen-roost i'th' night he gets in. The twentieth a Thief-taker, so we him call, If he Naps a poor Tradesman he makes him pay all. Mark you well, &c.