Young Donald o' Dundee (1804-1819)/Song 3
Bold Dragoon.
There was an ancient fair,
O she lov’d a neat young man,
And she could not throw sly looks him,
But only through her Fan,
With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx,
Her quizzing glass, her leer and saddle,
she lov’d a Bold Dragoon,
With his long sword, saddle bridle whack!
Row de dow dow, tal lal lal de ral de whack!
Row de dow dow tal de ral de tal de ral.
She had a rolling eye,
Its fellow it had none;
Would you know the reason why,
'Twas because she had but one,
With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx,
She does not keep her one eye idle O,
She leer'd at this Dragoon,
With his long, &c.
Now he was tall and slin,
She short and squab was grown,
He look'd just like a mile in length,
She just like a mile stone,
With her winks and blinks; &c.
O! she sigh'd to this Dragoen,
Bless your long sword, &c.
Soon he led unto th' church,
The beauteous Mrs Flin,
Who a walnut cou'd have crack'd,
'Tween her lovely nose and chin;
O! then such winks and blinks, in marriage links,
The four foot bride from church did saddle,
As the wife of this Dragoon,
With his long, &c.
A twelve month scarce had pass'd,
When he laid her under ground,
Soon he threw the Onion from his eye,
And touch'd ten thousand pounds;
For her winks, and blinks, her money chinks,
He does not let her cash lie idle O:
So long life to this Dragoon,
With his long sword, saddle briddle whack;
Row de dow dow, tal lal lal de ral de whack,
Row de dow dow tal de ral de ral.