“My robes were blue, ay, very blue,
My legs like golden sands,
To make a bob it was a job
So starchèd were my bands.
“Pair after pair, pair after pair
We bowed, all tramp, all motion,
Just like a string of tiny scrubs
Receiving chilblain lotion.
“Bowing, bowing, all the time
Till I began to blink;