What a mass of snobbery their toggery fortells
How they snigger, snigger, snigger
In the spicy air of day
At the girls who cut a figure
On their horses—looking bigger
And particularly gay.
In a trot, trot, trot
All about one spot
To the super-admiration, that so admirably tells
Of the swells, swells, swells, swells,