There’s not a breadth of stuff in’t wasted!
Oh, my Lina’s skirt for me,
That swells balloon-like on the breezes,
Letting everybody see
How far stuff can go, if it pleases!
Yes, my Crinolina dear,
My rustling bell-shaped Crinolina,
Taste in dress
Can’t well be less
Than you display, my Crinolina!