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?