What a Beau My Granny Was

The ladies cannot but approve, The kind affection of my love; Tho' I decry the frippery, And Ton the fashion oft' doth move: In days of old, my granny told How drest was ev'ry lad and lass, And you shall know before I go, Oh! what a beau my granny was.

Then hey 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 each loads her skull, And frizzles it to make you stare. With feathers high, as if to fly, Each fair in charms would fain surpass, But 'twas not so, long time ago, When a great beau my granny was.

Then hey, &c.

My granny was both fair and plump, And like a squirrel she could jump; With coral lips, and natural hips, But now the girls wear all cork rumps. The plaited ruff look'd well enough, Now pigeon-craws they wear, alas! Stuck out before, like the breast of a boar; Oh! what a beau my granny was!

Then hey, &c.