I’ll try a bottle of hair dye;
Out I rush’d, and hurried back
With a bottle labell’d black.
When I’d rubb’d it on my head,
I look’d beautiful, folks said,
But when I’d embraced dear Grace
I found out I’d dyed her face.
Don’t dye your hair, &c.
And in the morning, I declare,
Bright magenta was my hair.