It's because my ingenuity has all been thrown away.
'Twas taking my drives in the Park I first conceived it,
O, I thought the guard on duty in his hat looked a Guy;
(Spoken.)—Such a hat—like an old muff sewn up at one end of it!
And I never slept a wink, but in my mind I weaved it,
And thought my taste and fancy upon a hat I'd try.
(Spoken.)—Here's your fine infantry beavers, as light as gossamers,
and as waterproof as the washable!
All round my hat, &c.
Oh, my hat it was tall, and my hat it was round too,