Injured fair (1)/That's the real dandy

That’s the REAL DANDY.

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

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

The Cobler passing by the shop.
To taste the Cordial in did hop,
And finding Nell had got a drop.
He spy'd a stick most handy.

And round the Beggar-maker's place,
With it poor Nell 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 dragg'd his charmer hence,
But first he paid 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 fun,
As he through the street for soot did run,
Crying, fire and smoke, we're all undone,
By drinking stout at Brandy.