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Song XXIII. THE CROOKES ROGUE.

My name's Blackguard, I dwell at Crookes,
Infernal tempers, sulky looks,
Actions none can justify;
Which makes my neighbours jointly cry,
That's the jockey that bought the goose,
Stole another when it got loose.

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Two wings procured, a knave allured
To swear it was his own when try'd;
Here lies the sequel, they were not equal,
For both of them chanc'd to belong one side.
This accusation was too true,
The goose I bought to Walkley flew;
I stole a friend's for recompence,
For which a lawsuit did commence.
To arbitrators it was put,
Quite out of feather my goose was cut,
These two odd wings so mix'd my springs,
I lost the trial with costs of suit;
The money I tender'd, and thus got render'd
An infamous villain of no repute.