Published Sept. 22, 1806. by LAURIE & WHITTLE, 55, Fleet Street, London.

KNIBS'S POUND;

*A whimsical Old Ballad.—Sung at the ANACREONTIC SOCIETY, by the celebrated EDWIN, SUETT, &c. &c. &c.*

As I was a going by Knibs's Pound,
My cart sunk five feet deep,
I damn'd, and stuck my whip in the shafts,
My cattle fell fast asleep.
There was Black Bird and Gallows and Grub,
Oh 'twas mortal to serve me so sly;
All Newgate sharp cattle they was,
And as fat and as sleek as my eye.—Falal.

What to do in this case I ne'er thought,
No more than knows nothing at all,
Sure I look'd like a thief at Tyburn;
No mortal look'd ever so small.

At last I resolved to go,
And borrow a friend I could bring;
But who should I meet in the way,
But Lummy and Davy Crumpling.

Why, says Davy my Kiddy to me,
I am glad I have met you just here;
Let us hike to the Two Fighting Cocks,
And there taste a drap of good beer.
Why Davy, why Lummy, says I,
If that be your purpose and ends,
Damn the cart and the horses together,
For I love a full pot with my friends.

More company then we espy'd,
Made up of both women and men;

I observed how Davy did blink
At the sight of his sweetheart Moll Wren.
A comely young damsel was she,
Her bright eyes were more blacker than sloes;

When she stood up as straight as my knee,
She could see a louse crawl on her toes.

Will Aldsworth and Flounder-Mouth Moll,
Related, and nearly of kin;
But Moll she had caught the tooth-ach,
And wore a red rag at her chin;
Which she had of a soldier so bold,
Young Buffray, by name, a Foot Guard,
Who was quarter'd in Davis's Rents,
And hang'd 'cause the times they were hard.

Sam Crapsworth and whistling Ned,
Ben Piper with jacket so trim,
He who 'peached poor Half-a-nose Jack,
For robbing of Bandy-leg Jim.

This company they did advance,
And Davy saluted Moll Wren;
Then shaking our daddles together,
We bouz'd about kissing again.

Then forward and quickly we mov'd,
'Till we came to our landlord Dan West,
'Cause as how there was nine of us friends,
A gallon we had of the best.

Then Admiral Vernon went round,
All drank him excepting sly Dan,
Who said he'd not drink such a fellow,
'Cause as how he was a Presbyterian.

But Duke William he lov'd to his heart,
And propos'd his health to begin,
'Cause as how he made the rebels to smart,
So he drank him in bitters and gin.

So merrily spent all the day,
And propos'd to pass all the night,
'Till quarrelsome Tom came and join'd us,
Then nothing whatever went right.

For he quarrel'd and call'd Moll a bitch,
Young Lummy a son of a whores,
Andswore how he'd turn them both out,
If they offer'd to jaw a word more.
This made Moll so angry with Tom,
That no shape of nature whatever
Could stop the foul mouth of this jade
She beat all, she raged so clever.

Then Nim and Dan they both fell out,
Which of them had the best pair of buckles;
Young Battle-sides codger'd his fist,
But Dan he broke five of his knuckles.

These differences soon were made up,
For every why had a whether,

'Cause as how they were charity boys,
And both of them bred up together.

Another dispute then arose,
'Twixt Lummy the Nightman and Ned,
Which of them had on the best cloaths;
Sam Crapsworth swore roundly twas Ned,
Lummy's jacket as yellow as gold,
With patches and hearts at each crease,
'Twas a green one that Neddy had on,
Tho' a little ways cover'd with grease.

Then certain opinions arose
'Twixt Jemmy and little Bob Green,
Which of them had most wages given,
Or which of them drove the best team.

At these words I was troubled and mov'd,
'Cause as how it upbraided my stay,
So I thought of my cart and my horses,
How I'd left the dumb beasts all the day.

I offer'd Sam Crapsworth a pint;
To go back to Knibs's again;
He went, and we clear'd from the slough,
Then home I went jogging again.

Then God bless our noble King George,
May his reign be ever so long,
And grant, as the Parliament's met,
That nothing whatever goes wrong.