That's the real dandy/That's the Real Dandy

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That's the Real Dandy.

The cant word throughout the town,
So fam’d and of so great reuown
Will shortly be, I hope pull’d down,
⁠It took its rise from Brandy.

The reason is so easy understood,
A cobler’s wife thought Nantz so good,
Who as she sip’d the plesant food,
⁠Cry’d isn't that the Dandy.

The Cobler passing by the shop,
To taste the cordial in did hop,
And finding Neil had got a drop,
⁠He spy’d a stich most handy;

And round the Beggar-market place,
Withit poor Neil 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 dragged his characer hence,
But first he pay’d 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 fnn
As he through the street for foot did ran,
Crying, fire and smoke, we’re all undone,
⁠By drinking stout at Brandy.