Lyrics:
'Twas at a Fancy Ball,
I met my charmer fair,
'Midst Waltzing Swells and dashing Belles,
The prettiest dancer there,
I watch'd her while the music play'd
The latest Waltz of Coote's,
And fell in love, no not with her,
With the Tassels on her Boots.
Oh! Yes, spoken:
Yes, through those little peep-holes in that
pretty white petticoat I could plainly see—
chorus:
Those tassels on the Boots,
A style I'm sure that suits
Our English girls with hair in curls,
Those Tassels on the Boots.
I watched her up the stairs,
Where we to supper went,
Upon those tassels on her boots,
My soul was so intent;
They asked me to propose a health,
Said I here's one that suits,
So fill your glasses up and drink,
To the Tassels on the Boots.
Oh! Yes, spoken:
I meant to drink the ladies' health,
but I could think of nothing but—
I ask'd this Girl “If I
Might call,” she said “You may.
But tell me why you gaze upon
The ground in such a way?
You're sad perhaps, for life is full
Of very bitter fruits.”
“O, no,” I said “I'm looking at
Thosee Tassels on your Boots.”
Oh! Yes, spoken:
What is a more lovely sight when you walk
down Regent Street than to look at—
I call'd on her next day,
And Cupid's cruel shoots,
Soon made me throw myself before,
Those tassels on her boots;
Now when we're married and we've got,
A lot of little toots,
I'll make them, whether boys or girls,
Wear Tassels on their Boots.
Oh! Yes, spoken:
If I were to have fifty children
they should every one wear those
pretty, pretty, pretty—