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With my ſpy glaſs in my hand, patch and paint upon my face,
From my feather to my buckle I'm the dandy o.
At balls and concerts, the ladies I (illegible text)will court
With words and looks as ſweet as ſugar candy O,
And then for fighting duels, I ſhall
have charming ſport,
Then da'me, who but I ſhall be the dandy O.
And when a great warrior I come home I deſign,
With Jacob here, to have a nip of brandy O,
For who knows but in time, he'll (illegible text)hang me up for his ſign,
Then Caleb boy, I think ye'll be the dandy O.
The GAWKIE.
BLYTH you (illegible text)B ſs to Jean did ſay,
Will ye go to yon funny brae,
Where flocks do feed and herds do ſtray,
And ſport a while with Jamie?
