Good people all both old and young, I hope you will be easy, While I attempt to sing a song and do my best to please ye, I shall not sing of women's love, neither their angry passions, But I will sing and tell the truth about the styles and fashions. * * * The hair that grows upon their head they're very often trimming, And every day with scented oil they almost have it swimming, So if a man should put his arm around their neck a short while, His coat sleeve would be covered o'er with thick greasy hair oil. * * * It often takes five minutes' time to frame their mouths for talking, It's very strange but yet it's true there's a new style for walking, When they are on a Sunday drest and to the church are making, If you but look you'll see them give their bums a regular shaking. * * * But yet a deal of pride they have, they learn it from their mothers, For when a child begins to walk it's drest as fine as others, And if I say its clothes are short, my wife flies in a passion And tells me to mind my own affairs -- the child is in the fashion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE I WOULD NOT LIFT THY VEIL by A. LOUISE ASHWORTH SKYFARER by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD LOST LAUGHTER by MINNIE HALLOWELL BOWEN THE OLD THIRTEEN by CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS A CHILD ASLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 16 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |