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 15 There dey come, wid dar silks and satins, Turned up hats and short legged mittens, And for want ob nature's muscels, They wear double breasted bustles, Philadelfy gals, &c. How dey peep in picture winders, With eyes shinin' like de cinders, When dey see de painted beaux, sir, Lord how dar bosoms blush an' blow, sir. Philadelfy gals, &c. Up de go de 'licious wixens Looking in de shops for fixens, Winking at de counter hoppers, While dey count de silver coppers. Philadelfy gals, &c. Gold parcels hung by strings ob satin, Hung on de bosom full of padden, Waist so thin that it cut de wedder, And waste 'em all away togedder. Philadelfy gals, &c. If you see them eat der dinners, Without art-i-fish-al grinners, Roas beef, de oyster fritters, Wid dar mineral water pitters. Philadelfy gals, &c.

OLD ROSIN THE BEAU. I have travelled the wide world over, And now to another must go, I know that good quarters are waiting, To welcome ole Rosin the Beau. To welcome ole Rosin the beau, To welcome ole Rosin the beau: I know that good quarters are waiting, To welcome ole Rosin the Beau. When I am dead and laid out on the counter A voice you will hear from below, Singing out whisky and water, To drink to ole Rosin the Beau. To drink, &c.