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That's the REAL DANDY.
THE cant word throughout the town,
So fam'd and of ſo great renown,
Will ſhortly be, I hope, pull'd down,
It took its riſe from Brandy.
The reaſon is eaſy understood
A cobler's wife thought Nantz ſo good,
Who as ſhe ſip'd the pleaſant food,
Cry'd iſn't that the Dandy.
The Cobler paſſing by the ſhop,
To taſte the Cordial in did hop,
And finding Nell had got a drop,
He ſpy'd a ſtick moſt handy.
And round the Beggar-maker's place,
With it poor Nell he did ſo lace,
Till ſhe with ſad diſtorted face,
Cry'd, Jobſon that's the Dandy.
Of this word he could make no ſenſe,
So ſtraightway dragg'd his charmer hence,
But firſt he paid dear twenty pence,
That ſhe had drunk in Brandy.
And as he haul'd her through the ſtreet,
For ſhe, the child, had loſt her feet,
To every perſon ſhe did meet,
Cry'd that's the real Dandy.
A chimney ſweeper heard the fun,
As he through the ſtreet for ſoot did run,
Crying, fire and ſmoke, we're all undone,
By drinking ſtout at Brandy.
