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 Her breath is like the rose,

and the pretty little mouth

Of pretty little Tippet

is the Dandy—O!

Never could I clasp the waist

of Sukey, Sal, or Peg,

Their arms so red, their ugly

legs so bandy—O!

But slim and taper is the waist,

the neat and pretty leg

Of pretty little Tippet

is the Dandy—O.

Little Tippet of the south,

if she gives me but a smile,

Cheers the cockles of my skipping

heart like brandy—O!

Each part, each limb, each look,

would any one beguile,

But take her altogether

she’s the Dandy—O!

Each part, each limb, each look,

would any one beguile, &c.

 

sorrow, grief’s a folly,

care unbend the wrinkled brow,

Hence dull care and melancholy,

wine and wit invite us now.