Ye gents give ear to me, I pray, I am a barking Barber, The best accommodation have; keen razors and hot lather: Pray walk into my noted shop, I shave as clean as any, And when I've done it to your mind, will charge you but one penny.
Bow, wow, wow, I am a barking Barber.
Ye ragged pates, your hair I'll crop, and dress it vastly pretty Or if your blocks are bare. walk in, I warrant I can fit ye With bag or que or long pig-tail, or bushy wig or grizzl'd', So well be powder'd, clean and white, and eke so nicely frizzl'd.
Bow, wow, wow, I am a barking Barber.
My shop, well furnish'd out with blocks, becomes an exhibition Of heads of ev'ry a(illegible text) and kind, and every condition: A Lawyer's head without a quirk, without chicane a Proctor's, A Lady's head without a tongue, without a nostrum Doctor's. Bow, wow, &c.
A Poet's head without a rhyme, a With too without punning, Without a crotchet Fidler's head, a Jockey's without cunning: A Cuckold's head devoid of horns, his Wife's without invention: A Barbar's head without his brains; and others I could mention. Bow, wow, &c.
And let none of the wicked wits despise my occupation. The greater always shaves the less, in every rank and station. The rich will ever shave the poor, the Minister and please you, Will lather you will promises, and shave you mighty easy. Bow, wow, &c.
And Shavers keen I trow there are, of every profession; But pardon now, my customers; this whimsical digression, And walk into my noted shop, I shave as clean as any, And when I've done it to your mind, will charge you but a penny.
