ABSTRACT
pub d’Almaine & Co, 20 Soho Square, where may be had ‘The Bloomer Quadrilles’ ‘Bloomer Polka’ and ‘Bloomer Schottische’ 1 My hear is very sad Mother, I’m weary of my life For Mother I’m now eighteen, And yet I’m not a wife I cannot sleep by night Mother, I cannot rest by day {For I want to be a Bloomer! Let me be a Bloomer, pray (rep)} / I know I should look quite divine In that dear Bloomer dress My feet you know are very small They could not well be less And with those ducks 2 of Trowsers And Paletot so gay Oh! I should look quite enchanting Let me be a Bloomer, pray! (rep) / I’m sure the girls will all go mad Whene’er my dress they see For when in the streets I’m walking All their beaux 3 will gaze on me And then I shall be quite the rage At Opera, Ball or Play No other form but mine be seen Let me be a Bloomer, pray! (rep) / 154And then next day in the Papers Long Paragraphs so fine! Describing ev’ry thing I wore, Oh! won’t that be divine I’m certain then for lovers I shall not wait a day {They will be dying at my feet Let me be a Bloomer, pray!} //
