Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Dandy-O
The Dandy-O
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