The coat of other days.
The cuffs and collar now are greasy,
Not a bit of nap is there;
’Twas tight, but now it fits me easy,
’Twill soon be at Rag-fair!
My four-and-nine look rather rummy,
Expos’d to Sol’s bright rays,
And ’tis too late for renovating
The coat of other days!
Another parody of this song, by J. James, entitled The Foggy Gin-Fluenza Days occurs in Vol. II., of Punch’s Popular Song Book, but it is slangy and vulgar.