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One day a-playing with the pigs,
I chanc'd to brak my noſe,
They ſtack me in a corn-field
To fright away the crows,
Such a beauty, &c.
My mammy prais'd my wond'rous charms
And when ſhe did me fill.
For fear a ſpoon would ſpoil my mouth,
She fed me with a quill,
Such a beauty, &c.
Now the plague of being handſome,
Upon my ſoul it's true,
I cud waſh myſel' as ugly, oy,
As ony yаn o' yau.
Such a beauty, &c.
To monkeybanks, whun e'er I wasnt,
I beat 'ere all dead hollow;
I wun a flaming gold-lac'd hat,
By grinning through a callar,
Such a beauty, &c.
Now ladies wha a lover want,
Pray donna me deſpiſe,
But tak me to your tender arms,
And ſun me wi' your eyes,
Such a beauty I will graw, will graw,
Such a beauty I will graw.
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