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For finding I was nicely trick’d. Plump to the d—l baldly kick'd— My Poll and my Partner Joe,

What a Beau my Granny was.

The Ladies all can best approve, the strict attention of my love, Though I decry their frippery, the ten the fashions oft did try, In days of old my Granny told, the dress of every lad and lass. But you shall krow before I go, O what a beau my Granny was,

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

Mr Granny had bur her own hair, which she in comely mode did wear. But now with wool they load each skull, and frizzle it to make it store; 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.