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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.
