Jack took off his hat, with a jaunty air--
The dashy, splashy, leary little stringer--
And he kiss'd the lips of the lady fair--
Phililoo!
She sigh'd a sigh, and her looks said plain,
I don't care much if I'm robb'd again!
Ran dan row de dow, on we go!
_Chorus_.--Ran, dan, etc.
[1: spirited horse]
[2: wink]
[3: money]
THE BOULD YEOMAN [Notes]
[1842]
[By PIERCE EGAN in _Captain Macheath_].
I
A chant I'll tip to you about a High-pad pal so down, [1]
With his pops, and high-bred prad which brought to him renown; [2]
On the road he cut a dash, to him 'twas delight!
And if culls would not surrender, he shewed the kiddies fight! [3]
With his pops so bright and airy,
And his prad just like a fairy,
He went out to nab the gold! [4]
Derry down, down, derry down,