  Pray, ladies, ye of wondrous clothes, That draw admiring "ahs!" and "ohs!" And "By Joves!" as men chat, Permit me,—love the right bestows,— Where did you get that hat? The very hat, sweet maids, I mean, So often now on Broadway seen, That is so very flat; Black as a rule, but sometimes green. Where did you get that hat? In shape an oyster-dish,—the crown,— A ribbon bristles up and down, Quite striking—yes, all that; The sweetest, neatest thing in town! Where did you get that hat? |
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