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a sigh for the past.
And I must dress quite a-la-mode,
From bonnet to silken hose,
And follow the fashions of foolish France,
For a reason nobody knows:
I have to walk with outrageous men,
Who I'm sure I could never love,
With monstrous whiskers, and little canes,
And hand in a hosskin glove.
From bonnet to silken hose,
And follow the fashions of foolish France,
For a reason nobody knows:
I have to walk with outrageous men,
Who I'm sure I could never love,
With monstrous whiskers, and little canes,
And hand in a hosskin glove.
Oh! for the golden days gone by,
The days of old romance,
When there were knights in armor clad,
With shield, and spear, and lance;
When to noble dames and ladies fair,
They bent the willing knee:—
Would I had lived in those glorious times,
For they were the days for me!
The days of old romance,
When there were knights in armor clad,
With shield, and spear, and lance;
When to noble dames and ladies fair,
They bent the willing knee:—
Would I had lived in those glorious times,
For they were the days for me!
