The Harlots Brush with The Law

I leant against the young Copper's waist  
'twould cost a full nights pay,  
and my brain did make all haste  
to keep me from court next day.  
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye  
taught by many a liar  
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,  
scuttled to household fire.  
 
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be  
softening as on him I leant,  
the guilt on me receding be  
as on him I made lament.  
This ancient calling here on earth  
has humble me and I,  
am spiritless and friends have dearth,  
" There there " said he  " My my "  
 
At once, a voice, there rose among  
the bleak lofts overhead,  
in sharp and miserly sing-song  
of spite, unlimited.  
An agéd Ponce, frail gaunt and small,  
did blast, did declaim doom,  
upon those, one and all  
who kept his hard earners from doubloon.  
 
I hard much cause for hard working  
on that ecstatic ground,  
but not much chance while this Cop thing  
stood a hanging round.  
He trembled to think that he had bought  
a happy goodnight there,  
a scurrilous hope and of this he thought  
that I, was unaware?