Now hardly here and there an hackney coach Appearing, showed the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own; The slipshod 'prentice from his master's door Had pared the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. Now Moll had whirled her mop with dextrous airs, Prepared to scrub the entry and the stairs. The youth with broomy stumps began to trace The kennel's* edge, where wheels had worn the place. The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep, Till drowned in shriller notes of chimney sweep: Duns* at his lordship's gate began to meet; And brickdust Moll had screamed through half the street. The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees: The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands, And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands. * "Kennel" = gutter "Duns" = bill collectors