Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The Fashions, 1806L. Beach
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To view this woundy city,
And take a peep at all the tips,
Who look so mighty pretty.
Yankee Doodle, mind the dance,
Step it off so neatly,
To the pretty girls advance,
Smack their lippees sweetly.
As Broadway street he stood in,
Tied up as tight in cotton bags
As mother’s Indian pudding.
Yankee Doodle—music strike,
Dancing now our trade is;
Did you ever see the like,
Pudding-bags on ladies.
You’ll see them every street in,
With little jackets o’er their coats,
And leather bags their feet in.
Yankee Doodle—pantaloons
Grow so high before, sir,
They’ve quarrel’d with the waistcoats all,
And turn’d them out of door, sir.