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MY daddy is dead and has left me some money, I’ll dress very fine and look very fancy, I'll buy a fine coach with fine horses to carry me. Who knows then but some young lady will With my puff em, strut em, stride em Walk em, run em, ride em

With my short coat to ride and my breeches leather, I look like a Cockney n wnew [sic] cut out of feather. Then I mount on my pad that so swiftly does me. And I nod as I pass to my Lord and Sir Harry. With my puff em &c.

I’ put on fine clothes, and go to the ball, Sir, Then pull out my glass and at them all, Sir, To be blind is the fashion, so I’ll be blind too, Sir. And if you peep at me, why then I’ll squint at you, With my puff em, &c.

As I strut round the room, I stare in their faces, Then pull down my ruffles all covered with laces; The ladies all giggle while their hearts are a thumping What a sweet fellow's that?—oh, young ’Squire With his puff em, &c.

I walk out of the room, and sometimes I stay in it.