II. But soon it fell out, that in love I fell in, And I began with Sobbing, throbbing, Kneeling, stealing, Adoring, imploring, Dear jewel, you're cruel, Looking neat, loving sweet, All so handy, quite the dandy, Oh, botheration, a fond Irish boy. III. Now Jenny was mine, aud I lov'd her so well, The painting the skin, we're by history told, The old English Barons sought liberty sweet, And born to be free cast their chains at their feet, King Edward and Henry new fashions bestowed, And Richard himself was equipp'd a la-mode. With ladies the stomachers all were the ton, They boasted long waists, tho' they lately had none; An excellent taste sure Queen Betty display'd, When breakfast on porter and beaf-stakes she made. In the reign of King Charles you distinguished a prig, By the length of his cane and the size of his wig; Cromwell's hats were quite broad-the heads thick and round, Their hair bung like candles sixteen to the pound. But now the reverse in the taste which prevails, Our bucks are all crops, for they've all lost their tails The noddle a proof of such emptiness gives, sleeves. Tho' fashion to vary for ever is prone, One thing still exists, and will still be the ton, M |