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The barber I ever was pleased to see, With his paigtail come scraping to Nancy and me; And Nancy was pleas'd too, and to the man said, Come hither, young fellow, and frizzle my head: But now when he's bowing, I up with my stick, Cry, blast you, you scoundrel! and give him a kick-- And I'll lend him another, for why should not John Be as dull as poor Dermot, when Nancy is gone?