Modern Beau/The Modern Beau

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Modern Beau
The Modern Beau
3160950Modern Beau — The Modern Beau


THE MODERN BEAU.

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 marry me
With my puff em , strut em, stride em
Walk em, run em, ride em tol

With my short coat to ride and my breeches leather,
I look like a Cockney n w cut out of feather.
Then I mount on my pad that so swiftly does carry 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 squint 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, Sir
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, (illegible text) young ’Squire Lumping
With his puff em, &c.

I walk out of the room, and sometimes I stay in it.
As us great folks can’t make up our minds in a minnute;
We sit down to cards and play at bonswaber,
We hand round the wine and drink haber naber,
With our puff em, &c,

We set round the wine till we're as drunk as buffers,
Then we knock down the candle, table, and snuffers;
The waiter comes in, we put him in the fire,
And then stumble home all cover'd with mire.

With our puff em, strut em stride em,
Walk em, run em, ride em, tol.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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