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 With my ſpy glaſs in my hand, patch and paint upon my face,

From my feather to my buckle I'm the dandy o.

At balls and concerts, the ladies I will court

With words and looks as ſweet as ſugar candy O,

And then for fighting duels, I ſhall

have charming ſport,

Then da'me, who but I ſhall be the dandy O.

And when a great warrior I come home I deſign,

With Jacob here, to have a nip of brandy O,

For who knows but in time, he'll hang me up for his ſign,

Then Caleb boy, I think ye'll be the dandy O.

LYTH you B ſs to Jean did ſay,

Will ye go to yon funny brae,

Where flocks do feed and herds do ſtray,

And ſport a while with Jamie?