The Bold Dragoon
J. WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballad’s, and Toy Books, Conversation, Age, and Small Playing Cards, Alphabet Wood Blocks, Valentines, Motto Verses, and Cut Motto Paper, &c. No. 27 Chatham Street. (OPPOSITE CITY HALL PARK) NEW YORK.
The Bold Dragoon.
There was an ancient fair. O she lov’d a nate young man,
And she could not throw sly look at him, but only through her fan,
She had a rolling eye, its fellow it had none,
Would you know the reason why, it was because she had but one;
Now he was tall and thin, she squab and short was grown,
He looked just like a mile in length, and she like a mile stone;
Soon he led unto the church the beauteous Mrs. Flinn,
Who a walnut could have crack’d between her lovely nose and chin
A twelvemonth scarce had passed, when he laid her under ground,
Soon he threw the onion from his eyes, and touch’d ten thousand