Divider from 'The Tippling Farmer' a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802
What A BEAU MY GRANNY WAS.
The Ladies all can best approve,the strict attention of my love,Though I decry their frippery,the ton the fashions oft did try.In days of old my Granny toldthe dress of every lad and lass,But you shall know before I go,O what a beau my Granny was.Chor. With her bizzy, quizzy, hizzy, frizzy,thunder, dunder, blunder O,As I for fun, girls, hither run,my Granny was a wonder O.
My Granny had but her own hair,which she in comely mode did wear,But now with wool they load each skull,and frizzle it to make it stare;With feathers high as if 'twould fly,each girl for beauty aims to pass,But 'twas not so long time ago,when a great beau my Granny was. With, etc.
My Granny was both fair and plump,and like a squirrel she could jump,With coral lips and natural hips,but now each girl has her cork rump;
The platted ruff looks well enough,now pidgeons craws they wear, alas!Stuck out before, like the breast of a boar,O what a beau my Granny was.Chor. With her hizzy, quizzy, etc.
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