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There was an ancient fair,

O she lov'd a neat young man,

But she could not get sly looks at him,

But only through her fan.

With her winks and blinks,

This waddling minx,

Her quizzing glass, her leer and sidle,

O she lov’d a bold dragoon,

With his long sword, saddle, bridle,

Whack row de dow.

She had a rolling eye,

It’s fellow it had none,

Would ye know the reason why?—

‘Twas because she had but one.

With her winks, &c.

Now he was tail and slim,

She squab and short was grown,

He look'd—just like a mile in length,

And she, a short mile stone.

With her winks, &c.