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Название: The Essential Works of William Harrison Ainsworth

Автор: William Harrison Ainsworth

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СКАЧАТЬ if you like I’ll sing you a song about highwaymen.”

      “I should like it of all things,” replied Titus, who entertained a very favorable opinion of Jack’s vocal powers, and was by no means an indifferent performer; “only let it be in a minor key.”

      Jack required no further encouragement, but disregarding the hints and looks of Coates, sang with much unction the following ballad to a good old tune, then very popular — the merit of which “nobody can deny.”

      A CHAPTER OF HIGHWAYMEN

      Of every rascal of every kind,

       The most notorious to my mind,

      But the pleasantest coxcomb among them all

       For lute, coranto, and madrigal,

      And Tobygloak never a coach could rob,

       Could lighten a pocket, or empty a fob,

      Nor did housebreaker ever deal harder knocks

       On the stubborn lid of a good strong box,

      A blither fellow on broad highway,

       Did never with oath bid traveller stay,

      And in roguery naught could exceed the tricks

       Of Gettings and Grey, and the five or six

      Nor could any so handily break a lock

       As Sheppard, who stood on the Newgate dock,

      Nor did highwaymen ever before possess

       For ease, for security, danger, distress,

       Such a mare as Dick Turpin’s Black Bess! Black Bess!

       Which nobody can deny.

      “Pshaw!” exclaimed Jack, in disgust, “the gentlemen I speak of never maltreated any one, except in self-defence.”

      “Maybe not,” replied Titus; “I’ll not dispute the point — but these Rapparees were true brothers of the blade, and gentlemen every inch. I’ll just sing you a song I made about them myself. But meanwhile don’t let’s forget the bottle — talking’s dry work. My service to you, doctor!” added he, winking at the somnolent Small. And tossing off his glass, Titus delivered himself with much joviality of the following ballad; the words of which he adapted to the tune of the Groves of the Pool:

      THE RAPPAREES

      Let the Englishman boast of his Turpins and Sheppards, as cocks of the walk,

      Paddy Fleming, Dick Balf, and Mulhoni, I think are the next on my list,

       All adepts in the beautiful science of giving a pocket a twist;

       Jemmy Carrick must follow his leaders, ould Purney who put in a huff, By dancing a hornpipe at Tyburn, and bothering the hangman for snuff.

      There’s Paul Liddy, the curly-pate Tory, whose noddle was stuck on a spike,

      And lastly, there’s Cahir na Cappul, the handiest rogue of them all,

       Who only need whisper a word, and your horse will trot out of his stall;

       Your tit is not safe in your stable, though you or your groom should be near,

       And devil a bit in the paddock, if Cahir gets hould of his ear.

      Then success to the Tories of Ireland, the generous, the gallant, the gay!

      “Bravissimo!” cried СКАЧАТЬ