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5 With her hizzy, quizzy, hizzy, frizzy, thunder, dunder, blunder O, As I for fun, girls hither run, my Granny was a wonder O.

Granny had but her own hair, which she in comely mode did wear, But now with wool they load each skull, and frizzle it to make it stare; With feathers high as if ’twould fly, each girl for beauty aims to pass, But ’twas not so long time ago, when a great beau my Granny was With her hizzy, &c.

My Granny was both fair and plump, and like a squirrel she could jump, With coral lips and natural hips, but now each girl has her cork rump; The platted ruff looks well enough, now pidgeons craws they wear, alas! Stuck out before, like the breast of a boar, O what a beau my Granny was, With her hizzy, &c

The Happy Marriage.

As I was walking one morning so fair, So green was the fields, and cool was the air, There did I discover, Pretty Nancy my lover. And I for to woo her was pleased for to say,