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 Crying, Pull away now, Mrs Ryder, It must be a little bit wider, My dear mouth they split pretty nigh, sir. All to make me a beautiful boy.

Now being complete, I was next sent to school. And to show off my make was stuck on a high stool When the children went home they cried with surprise, “ We’ve a new boy at school with such beautiful eyes, He can look any way so handy! Such a mouth he has got to suck candy! And his legs are so preciously bandy, And they call him a beautiful boy.”

T’other day I was ask’d in the city to dine. The ladies in raptures all thought me divine. And all, when observing my elegant grace. Neglected their dinners to gaze on my face. They cried, I shall faint with surprise No gas-lights can equal his eyes. And such a sweet mouth for mince-pies. Oh dear ! what a beautiful boy.

Now, ladies, beware of love’s powerful darts, For fearful I am I shall steal all your hearts And then, you dear sweet little creatures, you’ll sigh, And doat on my charms, till you languish and die; For you know, I can’t marry you all. Yet believe me, whenever you call. My endeavours will be to please all. Although such a beautiful boy.