Auk's dimber tip to all flash coves
Gwern Branwen · 09 Jul 2009, 16:58
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From: gwern0 at gmail.com (Gwern Branwen) Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2009 12:58:49 -0400 Subject: (urth) Auk's dimber tip to all flash coves Message-ID: <cbf55b100907090958g76c30a74wc96e9961cea9f66a at mail.gmail.com> -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA512 So I recently began reading the Long Sun (up to _Exodus_), when I suddenly realized that some of the thieves' cant I already knew, and not from context. After racking my brain, I finally remembered where from. Douglas Hofstadter's _Le Ton de Beau Marot_ is all about translations, and one of the pairs of poem translations is a poem by Francois Villon to his fellow ne'er-do-wells - translated once into ordinary English vernacular, and again into English using London thieves' argot. For your amusement, I present below a copy of the transcription at http://www.fromoldbooks.org/Farmer-MusaPedestris/villons-straight-tip-to-all-cross-coves.html (Fear not, it is public domain!): "Villon?s Straight Tip To All Cross Coves" trans. 1887 William Ernest Henley. _Tout aux tavernes et aux filles_ I Suppose you screeve, or go cheap-jack? Or fake the broads? or fig a nag? Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack? Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag? Suppose you duff? or nose and lag? Or get the straight, and land your pot? How do you melt the multy swag? Booze and the blowens cop the lot. II Fiddle, or fence, or mace, or mack; Or moskeneer, or flash the drag; Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack; Pad with a slang, or chuck a fag; Bonnet, or tout, or mump and gag; Rattle the tats, or mark the spot You cannot bank a single stag: Booze and the blowens cop the lot. III Suppose you try a different tack, And on the square you flash your flag? At penny-a-lining make your whack, Or with the mummers mug and gag? For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag At any graft, no matter what! Your merry goblins soon stravag: Booze and the blowens cop the lor. _The Moral._ It?s up-the-spout and Charley-Wag With wipes and tickers and what not! Until the squeezer nips your scrag, Booze and the blowens cop the lot. - -- gwern -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: GnuPG v1.4.9 (GNU/Linux) iEYEAREKAAYFAkpWIUYACgkQvpDo5Pfl1oKxnACfWOJgNJKmZ/ror/3RkZqN9uu7 H7UAoJajcJefxZrCdk9iPhLId3UNsNi0 =DpmC -----END PGP SIGNATURE-----
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