A rhyme about pawning your coat, a road in Shoreditch, and nobody agrees what a weasel is
The Eagle holds a 4.3 from a hundred and ninety-one reviews, charges ten to twenty pounds, and it is the third Eagle in this survey.
And there is a nursery rhyme about an Eagle, and it is about pawning your clothes to pay for drink.
Pop goes the weasel
Which everybody sings to children, and which almost nobody has looked at.
Because the verse runs: up and down the City Road, in and out the Eagle – and then that’s the way the money goes.
And the Eagle is a real pub, on the City Road, and it is still there.
And to pop is to pawn
Which is the key, and it is straightforward slang.
To pop something is to take it to the pawnbroker – to leave it as security against a small loan, and to redeem it later if you can.
And a very large number of working people did this weekly, as a matter of routine – the good coat went in on Monday and came out on Friday when the wages arrived.
The pawnshop was not an emergency. It was a cash-flow instrument, and it was one of the most important financial institutions in a poor district.
So the rhyme is a complaint about money
You go in and out of the pub, on the City Road.
That is where the money goes.
And then you pawn something to cover it.
It is a song about drinking your wages and hocking your coat, and it is sung to toddlers with a jack-in-the-box.
And nobody knows what the weasel is
Which is the honest part.
The candidates: a hatter’s tool; a tailor’s iron, in Cockney rhyming slang – weasel and stoat, meaning coat, which fits the pawning perfectly; a spinner’s implement that made a popping noise.
Not one of them is documented.
Eight postcodes and thirteen hundred and thirteen articles.
A thing exists. Nobody wrote down why. And a beautiful explanation is supplied, later, by somebody who could not bear the gap.
And the pawnbroker’s balls
Which are the three golden spheres hanging outside every pawnshop, and which nobody looks at.
They are very probably the arms of the Medici – the Florentine banking family – and the Lombards, who were the great money-lenders of medieval Europe.
Which is why there is a Lombard Street in the City of London, and it is where the bankers were.
A poor man in Hackney pawning his coat on a Monday is standing under the coat of arms of a Renaissance dynasty, and neither he nor the broker has ever thought about it.
The word outlives the object, and nobody notices.
And the pawnshop is coming back – because the same conditions that produced it in 1850 are producing it now, and a person with an asset and no cash has exactly the same problem they always had.
Verdict
Good pub, cheap, honest number.
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