When these Old Clothes were New
Eight rears ago I looked a swell, sirs,
Wit i walking cane and purse as long;
I quizzed the ladies in Pall Mall, sirs-
Alas I that game did not last long.
I man led got, to my misfortune;
From that day every penny flew,
For soon I spent the marriage portion-
On my wedding day these old clothes were ne
We went to church, so blythe and merry-
This hat of mine was new and light;
We drink our crusted port, our sherry,
And ev'ry eye was beaming bright;
But you, poor hat, can tell the hist'ry
Of where we go, and what we do;
But how you stand it is a myst'ry-
Think of the days when you were new.
And you, poor coat, have got quite seedy-
I never cuffed you, speak the truth;
You cannot say that I was greedy
I filled your pocket, yes, forsooth
For every morning you I studied,
And after dinner open threw,
And seldom were your skirts e'er muddied-
I kept a trap when you were new.
And you, poor boots, were bright as any-
You really were a lovely pair;
Cleaniing you've cost many a penny-
I took you with me ev'ry where;
But farewell to the soles departed,
For my poor toes they do peep through,
And you, poor tops, look quite faint-hearted-
How different now t'when you were-new.
And you, poor gloves, my hands did shelter,
Yet still 1 hold you in my love;
We th ough the world went belter skelter,
Like true friends living hand and glove;
But farewell, clothes! we part too soon,
Then for a pauper's suit, grey or blue;
I must die in a poor law union.
In clothes I hate 'though perhaps quite new.