Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Fashion
Fashion.
I stood amid the glittering throng,
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
And there I stood confoundedly long,
Like the fine folks whom I stood among,
Fiddle de dec, fiddle de dee.
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
And there I stood confoundedly long,
Like the fine folks whom I stood among,
Fiddle de dec, fiddle de dee.
I stood and stared, and stared and stood,
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
To have seen me stood would have done you good,
For I stood j ust like a log of wood,-
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
To have seen me stood would have done you good,
For I stood j ust like a log of wood,-
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
And I stood, and I stood till the dawn of day,
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
Then I stood amid the throng so gay;
Yes! I stood till at last—I went away!
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee.
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee!
Then I stood amid the throng so gay;
Yes! I stood till at last—I went away!
Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee.