In the Streets of Olde London Towne A Cad awakens, wearing his Night-Gowne Spryly he leaps from his cramp?d Bed Deftly avoiding the Beam above his Head. He dresses in Clothes to befit a Knave A Coat, two Trousers, and a Cap he stole from Dave He opens the Window, and lowers a Cord Climbs to the Street, hoping to increase his Hoard. The Cad makes swiftly for the crowded Square Planning to steal from the Noble-Men there He espies a Target, a richly dressed Fellowe Clad in garments of purple and yellow. The Noble-Man bustles through the Market Place With a purposeful Look upon his ugly Face His Jowls hang loose from his Double Chinne He scowls at the Commoners making a terrible Din. The Cad is patient as he follows the Cove This Dandy will supply much Treasure for his Trove He plans his Trap with artful Precision If he fails, he will surely be treated with Derision. The Cad sees his Moment and makes up his Mind He casually approaches the Man from Behind Thin, nimble Fingers are the Hall-Mark of the Thiefe These Fingers quickly make off with a fine gold silk Kerchief. But hold! All is not well! The Man gives a Holler! A Constable seizes this Rapscallion by the Collar! "You're nicked, my Son", the Constable sneers He takes the Kerchief back, and boxes his Ears. But this Urchin learnt not nothing in his years upon the Street He escapes the Constable's Grasp, and runs upon Foot fleet Before he can be caught, he has been lost from Sight And that is how a Cad survives to face another Night.