THE COAT OF OTHER DAYS.
The coat of other days is faded,
And all its beauties past;
My friends no longer look as they did,
But like it are fading fast.
When first I sported it, a new one,
Its buttons threw Sol's rays-
But now no longer 'tis a new one,
The coat of other days.
The cuffs and collar now are greasy,
Not a bit of nap is there;
'Twas tight, but now it fits me easy,
As a cheap fit at Rag Fair.
The very velvet on the collar,
Is now all grease and frays;
And the boys, as I pass by them, halloo:
"There's a coat of other days! "