Dandy---o (2)/The dandy---o

THE DANDY - O.
To its own Proper Tune.

THOUGH late, as a waiter,
I ran up and down,
With bottles, glasses, claret,
rum, and brandy—O!
But now an officer I’m grown,
I’ll have servants of my own,
And be among the Ladies
quite the Dandy-O.

My cravat does stick out
like to a pigeon’s breast,
My hat so smart, my sword
so long, so handy—O.
Like a sheep’s tail at each ear,
my hair’s completely drest,
And my military cue
you see’s the Dandy—0.

As my legs are not quite straight,
I’ll disguise them in boots,
Then who can tell that I’m
for very bandy—O;
And thus this failing is hid
in many raw recruits,
So their legs they all appear
to be the Dandy—O.

My patent blue rib’d-stockings,
I wear with a grace,
My watch-chains on each side,
hang down so grandy—O;
With my spy-glass in my hand,
patch and paint upon my face,
From my feather to my buckles,
I’m the Dandy—O.

At concerts and at dances,
the Ladies I will court,
With words and looks as sweet
as sugar-candy—o.
And then for fighting duels, O I
shall have charming sport,
Then dam’me, who but I shall
be the Dandy—O

And when that a great warrior
I come home, I design,
With Jacob here to take a
nip of brandy—O!
For who knows but in time,
he’ll hang me up for his sign,
Then Caleb, boy, I think
you’ll be the Dandy—O.