Tho’ humble be the theme she sings,—
A pair of shooting breeches.
Soon shall the tailor’s subtle art
Have made them tight, and spruce, and smart,
And fastened well in every part
With twenty thousand stitches;
Mark then the moral of my song,
Oh, may your lives but prove as strong,
And wear as well, and last as long,
As these, my shooting breeches.