Saying, "How do I look in my new brown suit,
With my pants stuffed down in the top of my boot?"
With my pants stuffed down in the top of my boot?"
Now, I think it's quite time to leave off these lads,
For here are some girls that's fully as bad;
They'll trim up their dresses and curl up their hair,
And like an old owl 'fore the looking-glass stare.
For here are some girls that's fully as bad;
They'll trim up their dresses and curl up their hair,
And like an old owl 'fore the looking-glass stare.
The girls in the country they grin like a cat,
And with giggling and laughing don't know where they're at;
They think they're pretty, and I tell you they're wise,
But they couldn't get married to save their two eyes.
And with giggling and laughing don't know where they're at;
They think they're pretty, and I tell you they're wise,
But they couldn't get married to save their two eyes.
You can tell a good girl wherever she's found;
No trimming, no laces, no nonsense around;
With a long-eared bonnet tied under her chin, —
She'll marry you if you are broke or if you have the tin.
No trimming, no laces, no nonsense around;
With a long-eared bonnet tied under her chin, —
She'll marry you if you are broke or if you have the tin.
They'll go to church with their snuff-box in hand,
They'll give it a tap to make it look grand;
Perhaps there is another one or two
And they'll pass it around and it's "Madam, won't you?"
They'll give it a tap to make it look grand;
Perhaps there is another one or two
And they'll pass it around and it's "Madam, won't you?"
Now, I think it's quite time for this ditty to end;
If there's any one here that it will offend,
If there's any one here that thinks it amiss,
Just come round and give the singer a kiss.
If there's any one here that it will offend,
If there's any one here that thinks it amiss,
Just come round and give the singer a kiss.
