| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | The Fashions, 1806 | | By L. Beach |
| | | A LAD came down from our town, | |
| To view this woundy city, | |
| And take a peep at all the tips, | |
| Who look so mighty pretty. | |
| Yankee Doodle, mind the dance, | 5 |
| Step it off so neatly, | |
| To the pretty girls advance, | |
| Smack their lippees sweetly. | |
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| He saw the pretty girls, I vags, | |
| As Broadway street he stood in, | 10 |
| Tied up as tight in cotton bags | |
| As mother’s Indian pudding. | |
| Yankee Doodle—music strike, | |
| Dancing now our trade is; | |
| Did you ever see the like, | 15 |
| Pudding-bags on ladies. | |
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| He saw the pretty gentlemen, | |
| You’ll see them every street in, | |
| With little jackets o’er their coats, | |
| And leather bags their feet in. | 20 |
| Yankee Doodle—pantaloons | |
| Grow so high before, sir, | |
| They’ve quarrel’d with the waistcoats all, | |
| And turn’d them out of door, sir. | | | | |
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