FRINGE ON HIS PANTS.
As I was coming down Broadway,
The bootblacks on the corner at leisure did play,
They all looked up and saw me by chance.
Cried one, stub the gawk, he's got fringe on his pants.
I took my girl to the ball last night.
The gang on the floor commenced for to fight.
My daisy got drunk, they slugged her by chance.
For mashing a supe who had tar on his pants.
Now all you young blokes take warning from me,
Oh never get married, how sorry you'll be;
You'll go to the parks, and you'll meet them by chance.
But beware of the daisy who wears fringe on her overalls.