From Notes and Queries, Vol. 10 2nd S. (241) Aug 11 1860, pp. 110-111.

Of all the girls in our town,
The black, the fair, the red, the brown,
That dance and prance it up and down,
There's none like Nancy Dawson!

Her easy mien, her shape so neat,
She foots, she trips, she looks so sweet,
Her ev'ry motion's so complete,
I die for Nancy Dawson!

See how she comes to give surprise,
With joy and pleasure in her eyes;
To give delight she always tries,
So means my Nancy Dawson.

Was there no task t' obstruct the way,
No Shuter droll, nor house so gay,
A bet of fifty pounds I'll lay,
That I gain'd Nancy Dawson.

See how the Op'ra takes a run,
Exceeding Hamlet, Lear, or Lun,
Though in it there would be no fun,
Was 't not for Nancy Dawson.

Tho' Beard and Brent charm ev'ry night,
And female Peachum's justly right,
And Filch and Lockit please the sight,
'Tis crown'd by Nancy Dawson.

See little Davy strut puff--
'P-- on the Op'ra and such stuff,
My house is never full enough,
A curse on nancy Dawson!'

Though Garrick he has had his day,
And forc'd the town his laws t' obey;
Now Johnny Rich* is come in play,
With help of Nancy Dawson.

    * Alias Harlequin Lun.