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.

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!

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.