The Dandy-O Tho' late, as a waiter, I ran up and down, With bottles, glasses, Claret, Rum and Brandy-O; Now an officer I'm made, I'll have servants of my own And be among the ladies quite the dandy-o. My cravat sticks out like a pigeon's breast, My hat so smart, my sword so long so handy-o; Like a sheep's tail at each ear my hair's completely drest, And crops I'm sure you'll own are quite the dandy-o. At concerts and dances the ladies I'll court, With words and looks as sweet as sugar-candy-o; And then with fighting duels by the lord I'll have rare sport And then who but I shall be the dandy-o. And when from abroad I return, as I design, With Jacob here to take a nip of brandy-o, And who knows but in time he'll hang me up for his sign, Then Caleb, boy, I think you'll be the dandy-o. WBO Apr98
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