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 One day a-playing with the pigs,

I chanc'd to brak my noſe,

They ſtack me in a corn-field

To fright away the crows,

Such a beauty, &c.

My mammy prais'd my wond'rous charms

And when ſhe did me fill.

For fear a ſpoon would ſpoil my mouth,

She fed me with a quill,

Such a beauty, &c.

Now the plague of being handſome,

Upon my ſoul it's true,

I cud waſh myſel' as ugly, oy,

As ony yаn o' yau.

Such a beauty, &c.

To monkeybanks, whun e'er I wasnt,

I beat 'ere all dead hollow;

I wun a flaming gold-lac'd hat,

By grinning through a callar,

Such a beauty, &c.

Now ladies wha a lover want,

Pray donna me deſpiſe,

But tak me to your tender arms,

And ſun me wi' your eyes,

Such a beauty I will graw, will graw,

Such a beauty I will graw.