In Pursuit of the Fashion

Hark, forward's the word, and all join in the chace; Ambition, and politics, now must give place: After fancy and folly we eagerly fly; In pursuit of the fashion, Hark forward's the cry.

Pell-mell, after Cupid, each heart-wounding dame, From sixteen to sixty's pursuing the game: With their full-flowing tresses, some hobble, some fly! In pursuit of the fashion, Hark forward's the cry.

Ding-dong, helter-skelter, the sweet-scented beaux, Either lead the pursuit, or fall in at the close; With their pockets so low, and their collars so high. Pursuing the fashion, Hark forward's the cry.

Let the fashion be chang'd, it has lasted too long; If its conquest we aim at, we're all in the wrong; To the fame of Columbia, let each have an eye; And her foes be the game, when Hark forward's the cry.