Wandering young gentlewoman, or, Cat-skin's garland/Pretty Little Tippet

Pretty LITTLE TIPPET.

To its ain proper Tune.

THere is a chambermaid lives in the South,
So tight, so light, so neat, so gay, so handy—o.
Her breath is like the rose, and the pretty little mouth
⁠of pretty little Tippet is the dandy-o!

Never could I clasp the waist of Sucky, Sal, or peg,
⁠their arms so red, their ugly legs so bandy—o!
But slim and taper is the waist: the neat and pretty leg,
⁠of pretty little Tippet is the dandy—o!

Tippet of the South, if she gives me but a smile,
⁠cheers the cockels of my skipping heart, like brandy—o.
Each part, each limb, each look, would any one beguile
⁠but take her altogether, she’s the dandy—o!
Each part, each limb, each look, would any one beguile
⁠and Tippet’s little total is the dandy—o!

FINIS.