Six new songs (1)/The Lost Dandy

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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.

⁠⁠The creature wears no ſhirt,
⁠⁠Nor waiſtcoat:—shape to hurt.
But large neckcloth and ſham collar cheap and han-
⁠⁠⁠dy, O.
⁠⁠Wish a ſhort and ſmall great coat,
⁠⁠Entitled a ſourtout,
And a pair of ſtays to keep in ſhape the Dandy, O.

⁠⁠With white gloves on its hands,
⁠⁠A pair of ſham wriſthands,
And trowſers to conceal its legs ſo bandy, O,
⁠⁠With boots and ſpurs complete,
⁠⁠But no ſlockings on its feet,
And like a clock work figure moves the Dandy, O.

⁠⁠It commonly aſſails,
⁠⁠Young and beautiful females,
Bnt from men ſhrinks into any hole that's handy O,
⁠⁠The thing is dull and tame,
⁠⁠And anſwers to the name
OF Exquiſite, and Exquiſit's quite the Dandy, O.

⁠⁠Whoever finds the thing,
⁠⁠And will it kindly bring
To the Chandler's ſhop in George Street ſo handy O,
⁠⁠Shall by its mother there.
⁠⁠Who lives in the Three Pair,
Be thankfully rewarded for her Dandy, O.