“I remember, while writing, one wish you request’,
as to how the fine ladies in London were dressed.
Well if you’d believe me, when asked to a ball,
they don't wear no tops to their dresses at all.
I've seen them myself and you could not in truth,
tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath;
don't be started those fashions now Mary Macree,
in the place where the Dark Mournes sweep down to the sea.”
LOL! I don’t believe I’ve ever seen or heard that verse before.