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 My patent blue rib’d-stockings,

I wear with a grace,

My watch-chains on each side,

hang down so grandy—O;

With my spy-glass in my hand,

patch and paint upon my face,

From my feather to my buckles,

I’m the Dandy—O.

At concerts and at dances,

the Ladies I will court,

With words and looks as sweet

as sugar-candy—o.

And then for fighting duels, O I

shall have charming sport,

Then dam’me, who but I shall

be the Dandy—O

And when that a great warrior

I come home, I design,

With Jacob here to take a

nip of brandy—O!

For who knows but in time,

he’ll hang me up for his sign,

Then Caleb, boy, I think

you’ll be the Dandy—O. 



is a chambermaid

lives into the south;

So tight, so light, so neat,

so gay, so handy,—O!