the morning
a street. 18And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands. 1Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach 2Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. 3Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, 4And softly stole to discompose her own. 5The slip-shod 'prentice from his master's door 6Had par'd the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. 7Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dext'rous airs, 8Prepar'd to scrub the entry and the stairs. 9The youth with broomy stumps began to trace 10The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place. 11The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep; 12Till drown'd in shriller notes of "chimney-sweep." 13Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet; 14And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half a street. 15The turnkey now his flock returning sees, 16Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees.