Mrs. FLINN,
AND
The bold Dragoon.

Exams. Printer, Long-lane, London.

THERE was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a
neat young man,
And she could not throw sly looks at him, but
only through her fan,
With her winks & blinks, this waddling minx,
Her quizzing glass, her beer and sidle,
O she lov'd a bold dragoon, with his long
sword, saddle, bridle, Whack row de dow.

She had a rolling eye, its fellow it had none,
Would you know the reason why ? 'twas because she had but one,
With her winks & blinks, this waddling minx,
She couldn't keep her one eye idle;
O she leer'd at this dragoon, with his, &c.
Whack row de dow.

Now he was tall and slim, she squab and short
was grown, (like a milestone;
He look'd just like a mile in length, and she
With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx,
Her quizzing glass, her beer and sidle,
O she sigh'd to this dragoon, bless your long,
&c. Whack row de dow.

Soon he led unto the church, the beauteous
Mrs. Flinn, (her lovely nose and chin;
Who a walnut would have crack'd between
O then such winks in marriage links.
The four-foot bride from church did sidle,
As the wife of this dragoon, with his, &c.
Whack row de dow.

A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd when he laid
her under ground,
Soon he threw the onion from his eyes, and
touch'd ten thousand pounds;
For his winks and blinks her money chinks,
He does not let the cash lie idle,
So long life to this dragoon, with his, &c.
Whack row de dow.