THE MASHAH UP TO DATE.
Written and Composed by Harry Dacre.
I'm a tailor-made young fellah, I'm the latest style in town;
The coin I spend is yellah, I don't touch white nor brown.
I'm living with my mamma, I've whiskers on my toes,
I light segars with "fivers," as each girl knows.
Spoken-When they meet me in Belgravia it is not at all uncommon to hear
them sweetly murmur-
Ain't he nice? ain't he sweet? quite the latest style,
With a face, full of grace, would kill you at half a mile;
And his eyes mesmerize, as he takes his evening roam;
One smile will beguile, And make a girl leave her home.
I feed off pure white lilies, to make my complexion nice,
And the juice of daffodillies I drink each morning, twice.
I also drink gold liquid, which ascends into my hair;
By jove! I've let the cat out, why I'm so fair.
Spoken-Aha! Here comes my very best girl. Do you know what she'll do
when she "spots "me? She'll stand like so (comic position); place her eye-glass
in her eye, so, and treat me to the following choicelets:
Ain't he nice? ain't he sweet? quite the latest style;
By his face you can trace he's a Spaniard from Erin's Isle;
And his feet are a treat, each day they larger grow;
He was young, very young, about thirty-five years ago.
I wear the best sealskin garters, I buy them where they're sold;
I always wear a bustle for fear of catching cold;
My teeth are set with diamonds, so are my heels and soles,
To tell the truth, I'm jeweled in fifteen holes.
Spoken-All the dear creatures say-
Ain't he nice? ain't he sweet? quite the latest "fash ";
By his air, you can swear, he's suff'ring from too much cash;
And the style of his smile has a charm we can't explain,
For its length and its strength has wrecked an excursion train.