FASHION-PLATE PATRIOTS.
Since our ranks, Mr. Punch, you've seen fit to upbraid
(These lines are to show that you're hard on us),
When you hear the defence of the fashion-plate maid
I'm perfectly certain you'll pardon us;
Though our heels and our hose and our frills and our frocks,
Regardless of taste and expense,
Your notion of war-time economy shocks;
We're doing our bit, in a sense.
Now take, for example, Irene and me;