Air, ” What’s a Woman like.”

A DANDY is like, who can say
What a Dandy is like, who can say,
For London is nothing without one :
A monkey you spy
When a Dandy you eye,
Jump, jump, always jumping about one.
When he struts in his stays,
All the world to amaze,
An ass he too then resembles.
He’s like too, I swear,
A crow made to scare
Crows, who at sight of him tremble.
If he waltz and quadrille,
Faints away, taken ill,
The company for hartshorn holloa ;
He’s then like, indeed,
An ape that’s in need
Of a shirt, when they take off his collar.
But ‘twould teaze you, and vex you,
Torment and perplex you ;
To unriddle this wonder
All have knocked under.

What then do you think he is like,
Like a calf, like a goose
On a common let loose,
Like a ball that will run if you strike.
His head’s like an Irishman’s garret,
Though he thinks it as smart as a carrot,
His waist has all wasted away,
And he’s none, as the ladies do say ;
In short, he’s to me
Like a cow, do ye see,
Or, as I may say, just as handy.
Like a beau,
Like a show,
Like a tool, like a fool,
Like an ass, like a glass
When it has been just drained of brandy ;
Like a cat, like a rat,
Like a fly, like my eye,
Like a post, like a ghost,
Like a rogue, like, in vogue,
He’s like nothing on earth but a Dandy.

From: The Universal Songster; or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the most complete, extensive, and valuable collection of ancient and modern songs in the English language. Vol. 1. London: Jones and Co., 1834: 284.