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Thieves' cant (also known as thieves' argot, rogues' cant, or peddler's French) [1] is a cant, cryptolect, or argot which was formerly used by thieves, beggars, and hustlers of various kinds in Great Britain and to a lesser extent in other English-speaking countries.
Thieves' cant or Rogues' cant was a secret language (a cant or cryptolect) which was formerly used by thieves, beggars and hustlers of various kinds in Great Britain and to a lesser extent in other English-speaking countries.
An example is the ceremony of "stalling a rogue" which Harman describes. In this an Upright Man pours beer over the head of the initiate, with the words, "I, G.P., do stall thee, W.T., to the rogue, and that henceforth it shall be lawful for you to cant . . . for thy living in all places".
A cant is the jargon or language of a group, often employed to exclude or mislead people outside the group. [1] It may also be called a cryptolect, argot, pseudo-language, anti-language or secret language. Each term differs slightly in meaning; their uses are inconsistent.
The ninth Elizabethan parliament had opened on 24 October 1597, with Parliament concerned about the dearth of corn, high prices, rising homelessness, and "the lamentable cry of the poor, who are like to perish" causing considerable distress, rioting and even rebellion; with an estimated 10,000 vagabonds in London alone, and 2,000 more in Norwich; and despite local variations in provision ...
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Three jolly rogues of Lynn. Now the miller he stole corn And the weaver he stole yarn And the little tailor he stole broadcloth For to keep those three rogues warm Now the miller was drowned in his dam And the weaver was hanged in his yarn And the devil put his claw on the little tailor With the broadcloth under his arm