Of the swells, swells, swells, swells,
Swells, swells, swells,
Does the calling and the bawling of the swells.
Here’s a drawing-room of swells—
Grand swells!
What a world of slowness their society compels
In the brilliancy of night
Don’t we instantly take fright
At the melancholy drawling of their tone?
Lisping through their tender throats