SONG.
A landlady of France, she loved an officer, ’tis said,
And this officer he dearly loved her brandy, oh!
Sigh’d she, “I love this officer, although his nose is red,
And his legs are what his regiment call bandy, oh!”
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But when the bandy officer was order’d to the coast;
How she tore her lovely locks that look’d so sandy, oh!
“Adieu my soul!” said she, “if you write, pray pay the post,
But before we part, let’s take a drop of brandy, oh!”