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Beſide the bonny hawthorn the blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.
Now tell me ye lovers if I could refuſe,
My Jamie was ſo preſſing ſo binding were his vows,
We went and was married, moſt cordially we dwell,
Beſide the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.
The Lost Dandy
PARISH Bellman bere am I,
So liſten to my cry
I begin O yes! O yes! O yes! ſo handy, O,
Loſt by a barbers clerk,
Laſt Sunday in Hyde-park,
An Exquiſite, or thing that's called a Dandy O.
It's age is twenty five,
But the oddeſt thing alive,
It is neither was nor woman, how unhandy, O,
Leſt it gender should perplex
It is called the middle-ſex,
And in Middleſex was bred the pretty Dandy, O.
It wears a low-crown'd hat,
And a ſpruce wig under that,
To hide it hair ſo caroty and ſandy, O,
With painted eyebrows too,
Of a beautiful dark hue,
and falſe whiſkers grace the ſmooth cheeks of the
Dandy, O.
