Will now still more man’s mind perplex
By flying such big sashes, O!—(Chorus.)
For now, where Fashion’s nymphs are seen,
Through man this thought now flashes, O!
That maybe all the darlings mean
To hide themselves in sashes, O!—(Chorus.)
And, oh! if Woman should do this,
We’d need sackcloth and ashes, O!
Then do not rob us of our bliss
You fine and large new sashes, O!—(Chorus.)