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His inſtruments he did prepare,
And ſtraightway dreſs'd & trim'd her hair,
Which made the Lady for to ſwear,
He was the Skilful Barber.
All other Ladies they would tell,
Above the reſt he bore the bell,
His excellency did excel,
More than other Barbers.
An innocent Lady in the town,
With perfect age was ſtooping down,
And hearing of his great renown,
Said, ſhe muſt have the Barber.
Her hair to dreſs, and tooth to draw,
Which lay into her under jaw,
Swore that one bit ſhe cou'dn't chaw,
Unleſs ſhe got the Barber.
The greaſy Doll, the brazen cook,
Laſt Saturday's night in glaſs did look,
Upon the ladle her oath ſhe took,
That ſhe muſt have the Barber.
Now for to dreſs and trim her hair,
With powder and pometum rare,
A quarter's wages ſhe would ſpare,
To ſee the Real Barber.
The Scullion and the Kitchen-maid,
They're going crazy as they ſaid,
For the want of this jovial blade,
They call the Real Barber.
