Brandy O

A landlady of France,
She loved an officer, 'tis said,
And this officer he dearly loved her brandy, O!
Sighed she, "I love this officer,
Although his nose is red,
And his legs are what his regiment call bandy, O!"

But when the bandy officer
Was ordered to the coast,
How she tore her lovely locks that looked so sandy, O!
"Adieu, my soul," says she,
"If you write, pray pay the post,
But before we part, let's take a drop of brandy, O!"

She filled him out a bumper
Just before he left the town,
And another for herself, so neat and handy, O!
So they kept their spirits up
By pouring spirits down,
For love is like the colic - cured by brandy, O!