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All you that know what to love belong,
Now you have heard my mournful ſong;
Be true to one, whate'er you mind,
And don't delude poor woman kind.

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THE DANDY FRILLS.

Come all you laſſes blyth and gay,
And liſten unto me this day:
I hope you will not take it ill.
To tell you about your dandy frill.

Chorus.

For Dandy Frills they all muſt ha'e,
To make them look ſo fine and gay.

Juſt in the morning when they riſe,
When at the glaſs, with due ſurpriſe
They'll thraw their Faces with good will,
For to put right their Dandy Frill.

Their Dandy Frills, do caſt a ſhow,
In every market town you know
There nothing I ſee. that looks ſo ill,
As a dirty ſhift and Dandy Frill.