All those dames clu t T'm content should rest in peace, In these days of ours they'd find the world too wide, To write, to read, to hem, Might suffice for such as'them; But how would they golf, or box, o ride astride?
All you say is very true—They were quite unlike to you—And you know all sorts of things that they ignored.
They wore petticoats, and stays; And: in many other ways Passed their time in'doing things to be deplored.
Women's fort were hardly seen—would not have pleased the Queen—And: they never "drank a cocktail in their lives; They-were modest, homely folk—Gouldn't "jazz," and wouldn't smoke—Yes; they lived much as the bees do, in their hives.
No, their merrie was, of course, No' mere, prelude to Though they "rode" to Church, they rode right well to Hounds, If they never showed their knees, They had other charms than these.
Wise men took them for their wives, Miss Out-o'bounds, They were ignorant of Greek; And: had no-desire to speak Im Parliament, nor pose them for the screen; Yet, decry them as you-may, They were worshipped in thei Near.the footpaths that. they: fred-their, graves: are-green—By
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