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‘A Wife’s Appetite’ Cuckold’s Nest 43: The morn they were wed the maid said to her bunny, / To-night you shall make poor old Roger feel funny. / So she curled it and frizzed it, and made it all right, / Then wrapped it up warm, fit for action at night. ‘Sam Swipes’ Cuckold’s Nest 21: She twigged his long musket, and could not stand mute, / He primed it so quickly, and it came to pass, / That he banged his musket balls against Sally’s ---. ‘Slashing Costermonger’ Cuckold’s Nest 10: Of darters I’ve got two or three, / Too praise them none can cease, sirs, / And, just to show ’em off, they’ve got / A pretty ass a-piece, sirs. ‘Sam Swipes’ Cuckold’s Nest 21: She twigged his long musket, and could not stand mute, / He primed it so quickly, and it came to pass, / That he banged his musket balls against Sally’s ---. ‘The Periwinkle’ in Cuckold’s Nest 7: And down fell his breeches, right bang before her, / And showed all his Wickey icky, &c. ‘The Mouthful’ in Cuckold’s Nest 14: To tell you, sweet Kate, I am not ashamed, / When you fell, I saw you’d got a mouth down below, / And if you’d let me fill it, you’d banish my woe. ‘The Lady’s Snatchbox’ Cuckold’s Nest 27: So, you that are fond of the spree, / And are not as senseless as blocks, / You quickly will hasten to me, / For a snatch at my little snatch box. ‘The Lady’s Snatchbox’ in Cuckold’s Nest 26: The tailor is not such a goose [...] Of his bodkin he’ll make good use, / When he twigs my hairy snatch box. ‘Slashing Costermonger’ in Cuckold’s Nest 10: I’ve got a leery moke asides, / All others he does brown, sirs. ‘A Wife’s Appetite’ in Cuckold’s Nest 44: ‘Drive away, Roger! drive on,’ says she, / ‘Another good push, and you’ll murder the flea.’ / But, exhausted at last, the old buffer, good lack, / Was forced to give over, and lay on his back. ‘The Fine Young Common Prostitute’ Cuckold’s Nest 41: She kept a regular bully big, / They call him Irish Mike, / He collared all her ochre, / And he had meat when he liked. ‘Fine Young Common Prostitute’ Cuckold’s Nest 41: One night, she met a cove / Who nearly cracked her bum, / Because he really had, O dear, / Such a stunning rum ti-tum. ‘A Wife’s Appetite’ in Cuckold’s Nest 43: The morn they were wed the maid said to her bunny, / To-night you shall make poor old Roger feel funny. ‘Slashing Costermonger’ Cuckold’s Nest 11: My vife, she’s such a taste refined, / All hearts she must be vinning, / For ven the turfing trade is bad, / She gets blunt by cat skinning. ‘They’re All Shooting’ in Cuckold’s Nest 36: My wife collars the gun of a tailor in the kitchen. ‘Slashing Costermonger’ in Cuckold’s Nest 10: For carrot or cod, no cove, egod, / Than me can come it stronger. ‘Lamentation Of The Bawds Of London’ in Cuckold’s Nest 17: Where a swell took his mot, and to snooze there, I ween, sirs, / Dropt his five couters, and thought it not mean, sirs. ‘Sam Swipes’ Cuckold’s Nest 21: The next was a builder, so stout and so rare, / Who heard that her kitchen was out of repair, / He brought his strong tools, and at it went smack, / And shoved a wedge ten inches long, up her ... ‘Lamentation Of The Bawds Of London’ in Cuckold’s Nest 16: No cribs like ‘the key’ are now to be seen, sirs, / Where a swell took his mot, and to snooze there, I ween, sirs. ‘The Fine Young Common Prostitute’ in Cuckold’s Nest 42: She died, [...] And the jury said, she croaked through eating / Too much stinking meat. ‘Tale Of A Shift’ in Cuckold’s Nest 35: Her lover was a perfect pest, / He tore me off (I do not jest), / And travelled into her cuckoo’s nest. ‘Sam Swipes’ Cuckold’s Nest 20: He took pity, and seeing her in want, / He slapped the calf’s tail right bang up her ---. ‘Rare Old Root’ in Cuckold’s Nest 9: It’s seen many ruffs and pretty white duffs, / And has long been exposed to h-air. ‘The Dutch Women’s Duffs’ Cuckold’s Nest 30: The women all were Dutch built, we find, / And each had got such a large behind, / Such jolly big rumps were never seen. ‘Slashing Costermonger’ in Cuckold’s Nest 11: I’ve made my sons quite gemmen, too, / And they’re such slashing men, sirs, / One of ’em keeps a fencing crib, / And two a bawdyken, sirs. ‘The Mouthful’ in Cuckold’s Nest 13: One morn in the summer this old swell walked out [...] When he saw pretty Kitty, with looks fit to kill. ‘Slashing Costermonger’ Cuckold’s Nest 11: I’m quite a sporting karacter, / I wisits flashy places. ‘The Rare Old Root’ in Cuckold’s Nest 9: Then here’s too the root, the rare old root, / That stands whenever ’tis shown, / And still may it be to that flower pot free, / Which the ladies only own. ‘Toasts And Sentiments’ in Cuckold’s Nest 48: The girl with the flowers. ‘Farewell to Sal’s Fountain’ Cuckold’s Nest 33: My Sal’s little fountain / Is so plump and stout, / With scarce any room / For the stream to run out.