Gandermooner

I would have disguised myself as a sailor, a dissolute parson or a gandermooner, and lurked in the places where such people congregate, waiting to be approached.

He was looking anything but the happy gandermooner of the night before. It seemed that his wife was nigh on her time, and that she and the midwife were both seeing portents and she wanted a parson standing by, for her ease of mind: […]