Bride's burial/The Barking Barber

The Barking Barber: or New Bow wow wow
YE gents give ear to me I pray,
I am a Barking Barber,
The beſt accommodation have,
keen razors and hot lather;
Pray walk into my noted ſhop,
I ſhave as clean as any,
And when I've done it to your mind,
will charge you but one penny.
Bow, wow, wow, I am a Barking Barber.
Ye ragged Pates your hair I'll crop,
and dreſs it vaſtly pretty,
Or if your blocks are bare, walk in,
I warrant I can fit ye;
With bag or queu, or long pig-tail,
or buſhy wig, or grizzl'd,
so well be-powder'd, clean and white,
and eke ſo nicely frizzl'd. Bow, wow, &c.
My ſhop well furniſh'd out with blocks,
becomes an exhibition,
Of heads of ev'ry age and kind,
and every condition;
A lawyer's head without a quirk,
without chicane a Proctor's,
A Lady's head without a tongue,
without a noſtrum Doctors. Bow, wow, &c.
A Poet's head without a rhyme,
& Wit's too without punning,
Without a crochet Fidler's head,
a Jockey's without cunning;
A Cuckold's head devoid of horns,
his Wife's without invention,
A Barber's head without his brains,
and others I could mention. Bow, wow, &c.
And let none of the wicked Wits,
deſpiſe my occupation,
The greater always ſhaves the leſs,
in every rank and ſtation;
The Rich will ever ſhave the poor,
the Miniſter, an't pleaſe ye,
Will lather you with promiſes,
and ſhave you mighty eaſy, Bow, wow, &c.
And Shavers keen I trow there are,
of every profeſſion,
But pardon now my cuſtomers,
this whimſical digreſſion;
And walk into my noted ſhop,
I ſhave as clean as any,
And when I've done it to your mind,
will charge you but one penny.
Bow, wow, wow, I am a Barking Barber.

 

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