'Divideds' and 'Knickers,' my dysy, are
sniffed at out Hislington way,
But when countesses mount 'em at Chelsea,
they're trotty and puffeck O K!"
World shifts it, old man, that's a moral!
We'll soon 'ave some duchess, on wheels,
A-cuttin' all records, and showing young
Zimmy a clean pair of 'eels.
Hadvanced Women? Jimminy-Whizz! With
the spars and the sails they now carry