Is blessing Garmoyle and dear “Forty”;
And coals and commandments in fusion
Are joined for a sign to the haughty.
(Two verses omitted.)
Good-bye to the season! We care not
What the next may relinquish or bring,
If low dresses we wear or we wear not,
When green are the trees in the spring.
If tight laces and vile crinolettes,
Disfigure the forms of our girls,