Little couple/What a Beau my Granny was

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What a Beau my Granny was.

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

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

MY 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