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?