The Suppression of Crinoline
Tune—“A Kiss and Nothing More.”
Good people give attention, and listen to my rhyme,
I’ll sing about the fashions that’s in vogue the present time,
The ladies now have bustles, now don’t they cut it fine,
With their dandy hat and feathers, and fancy crinoline?
As I walked through the streets, not many days ago,
I met a girl who said, she was looking for a beau,
She invited me to go with her, I said I did not mind;
She looked just like a lady, dressed up in a crinoline.
She took me to a splendid house, with cushions on the chairs,
She treated me to brandy—and took me up the stairs,
She undressed me so kindly, and said she would be mine;
But I cursed the hour I admired her handsome crinoline.
I had a splendid watch and chain, I’d gold and silver, too,
But in the morning when I woke I scarce knew what to do,
For in the middle of the night, after treating me so kind,
She stole my money, watch and clothes, and left me her crinoline.
There’s a pretty bobbin winder, they call her Mary Jane,
She’s courting a snob! so help my bob, that lives in —— lane;
Last Sunday afternoon, she thought to cut it fine,
With the hoop of her mother’s washing tub, she made a crinoline.
I knew a steam loom weaver so cunning and so sly,
She had got a hump upon her back, and she squints with one eye,
She works at —— factory, her name is Anne O’Brian,
Her smock’s as black as a chimney back and wears a crinoline.
There’s a woman lives up —— road, they call her mother ——,
She wants to buy a crinoline, to wear underneath her gown?
But her husband would not let her, and when she was confined,
She had a son mark’d on the bum, with a lady’s crinoline!
London:—H. SUCH, Printer, 123, Union Street, Boro’, and at 83, White Cross Street, St. Luke’s.