Long, long ago—long, long ago;
The beautiful ringlets that then were the mode,
Long, long ago, long ago?
Some called them “corkscrews”—a gross malaprop,
Save that when met at a squeeze, or a hop,
Lovers, like corks, would come out with a pop,
Long, long ago, long ago!
Oh, if the Whigs their old fame would renew,
(Quite rococo—quite rococo)
And rival the glories of Brian Boroo,