Yellow-hair'd laddie/The cork rump

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THE CORK RUMP.

Tune———There was an old Woman at Cranston.

GIVE Betsy a bushel of horse hair and wool,
of paste and pometum a pound;
Ten yards of gay ribbon to deck her sweet skull,
and gauze to encompass it round.

Of all the gay colours the rainbow displays
are these ribbons which hang from her head,
And her flounces adapted to make the folks gaze,
for around the whole work are they spread.

Her flaps fly behind for a yard at the least
and her curls meet under the chin;
And those curls are supported, to keep up the jest,
with an hundred instead of one pin.

Her gown is tuck'd up to the hip on each side,
Shoes too high for to walk or to jump,
And to deck the sweet creature compleat for a bride,
the Cork-cutter has made her a rump.

Thus finished in taste, while on her I gaze,
I think I could take her for life;
But I fear to undress her, for out of her stays,
I should find I had lost HALF my wife?