A Modest Summer Maid or The Luckiest Girl On The Beach (A Parody)

                       I.

There was once a fair maiden of girlish grace,

Pretty blue eyes, and a Jersey face;

            Down by the sea, Waiting was she,

     For something real mannish and sleek;

But she dressed in a costume they called the “New”,

And the lads they all gave her a cold adiew,

            Then when the lass, Saw all of them pass,

     This is the piece she would speak:

                      Refrain

“Sad style, bad style, all of your forms I call vile,

     I must don a modest rig, these duds give me a pain;

Beaus I had a plenty, Before I bloomed so scanty,

     I will dress like olden times, when summer comes again.”

                         II.

The wild winter weather soon hied him hence,

This summer she dresses with more expense;

            All of her duds, Are blossoms not buds,

     Of lovers she’s fashioned a score;

And down on the beach she is cutting a dash,

For modest maids men Aren’t afraid to mash,

            She is alright, She is now out of “sight”,

     And sing to the girls by the shore:

                      Refrain

“Old style, gold style, men will keep shy of bold style,

     Modest maids and dresses will hold them like a chain;

Girls it’s time to stuff them, Easy enough to bluff them,

     I’ve got men to burn, I say, now summer’s come again.”

May 25, 1896

B. Courier

(not sure what work is being parodied?)