Sweet as sweetest metheglin,
Dainty Lady Crinoline.
Dark thine hair as deepest night,
And thine eyes were stars alight,
Roses blushed thy cheeks to see.
Blessings on thee, Memory,
For this maid in bombazine,
Dainty Lady Crinoline.
Ankles slim as lily’s stem,
Tiny feet from out the hem