NOTHING TO WEAR
Copyright, 1857, by Lee & Walker.
How strange are the ways of the world - only think
Of the mortals that people its shores.
The women that eat, and the men who will drink,
And the backs to be cloth'd by the stores.
With plenty to eat, to drink, and to spend,
Its mortals might never despair,
Were it not for the sigh that is heard to ascend
When we find we have nothing to wear, to wear,
When we And we have nothing to wear.
Miss Clara was truly as charming a maid
As ever my heart could desire;
I sought for her hand on a short promenade,
For I knew of her gaudy attire;
I knew of her ribbons and dresses-the best-
Her moments too many to spare;
But she would not comply to my simple request,
For she said she had nothing to wear, to wear.
For she said she had nothing to wear.
And such is the case with Matilda And Jane,
With Mary und Nancy and all,
Tho' plenty of satins, of laces, delaine.
Not a dress for the concert or ball.
Oh, would I could And 'neath the hoops of a skirt
A woman that would not declare,
With a shrug of the shoulders, in answer expert.
That she really has "nothing to wear," to wear,
That the really has nothing to wear.