[Bridesmaids:]
We're all of us lovely and young,
[Chorus:]
Young!
[Bridesmaids:]
So draw no distinction between us--
And when we take hands and bathe from the sands,
Observers compare us to Venus--
[Chorus:]
To Venus!
[Bridesmaids:]
She rose, so the poets have sung,
[Chorus:]
Sung!
[Bridesmaids:]
From foam by Cerulean tides made;
Her dress we admit would hardly be fit
For dear Mrs. Hoppings's bridesmaid!
[1st. Bridesmaid:]
We're in fact just the kind
To attract heart and mind,
Just the sort men like you
Come to court, wish to woo.
If you do, I'm afraid
That I too, though so staid,
May decide to be bride,
Not a maid.
[All:]
Ah! They're perfectly dressed for their part,
With nothing that's formal or stiff on,
But lace that is quite a dream of delight,
And charming confections of chiffon.
You'll own that the dressmaker's art
Has really remarkable strides made;
No former princess could vie with the dress
Of dear Mrs. Hoppings's bridesmaid!
No former princess could vie with the dress
Of dear Mrs. Hoppings's bridesmaid!