Dear me, what a terrible clatter they raise,
Because that old gossip Dame Rumor Declares, with hands lifted up in amaze
That I'm coming out as a Bloomer, That I'm coming out as a Bloomer.
I wonder how often these men must be told
When a woman a notion once seizes, however theyridicule, lecture or scold,
She'll do, after all, as she pleases.
They know very well that their own fashions change
With each little change of the season,
But Oh! it is "monstrous' and "dreadful" and "strange"
And "out of all manner of reason",
If we take a fancy to alter our dress,
And come out in style "a la Bloomer",
To hear what an outcry they make,
I confess is putting me quite out of humor, Is putting me quite out of humor.
I'll come out next week, with a wide Bloomer flat
Of a shape that I fancy will fright them,
I had not intended to go quite to that,
But I'll do it now, only to site them, But I'll do it now only to spite them
With my pants "a la Turque", And my skits two feet long
All fitting of course, most completely
These grumblers shall own after all, they are wrong,
And that I, in a Bloomer, look sweetly And that I in a Bloomer look sweetly