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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 Sukey, 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.
Little Tippet of the south,
if she gives me but a smile,
Cheers the cockles 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, &c.
THE TOPER’S ADVICE.
BANISH sorrow, grief’s a folly,
care unbend the wrinkled brow,
Hence dull care and melancholy,
