Dandy---o (2)/The dandy---o

THE DANDY - O.
To its own Proper Tune.

THOUGH late, as a waiter,
⁠I ran up and down,
With bottles, glasses, claret,
⁠rum, and brandy—O!
But now an officer I’m grown,
⁠I’ll have servants of my own,
And be among the Ladies
⁠quite the Dandy-O.

My cravat does stick out
⁠like to a pigeon’s breast,
My hat so smart, my sword
⁠so long, so handy—O.
Like a sheep’s tail at each ear,
⁠my hair’s completely drest,
And my military cue
⁠you see’s the Dandy—0.

As my legs are not quite straight,
⁠I’ll disguise them in boots,
Then who can tell that I’m
⁠for very bandy—O;
And thus this failing is hid
⁠in many raw recruits,
So their legs they all appear
⁠to be the Dandy—O.

My patent blue rib’d-stockings,
⁠I wear with a grace,
My watch-chains on each side,
⁠hang down so grandy—O;
With my spy-glass in my hand,
⁠patch and paint upon my face,
From my feather to my buckles,
⁠I’m the Dandy—O.

At concerts and at dances,
⁠the Ladies I will court,
With words and looks as sweet
⁠as sugar-candy—o.
And then for fighting duels, O I
⁠shall have charming sport,
Then dam’me, who but I shall
⁠be the Dandy—O

And when that a great warrior
⁠I come home, I design,
With Jacob here to take a
⁠nip of brandy—O!
For who knows but in time,
⁠he’ll hang me up for his sign,
Then Caleb, boy, I think
⁠you’ll be the Dandy—O.