Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Fashion

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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.

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