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The New Jersey Jacket

I.
How dear to my heart is the new jersey jacket!
A well-moulded figure ‘twas made to adorn.
I’m sure, as an elegant, close-fitting sacque, it
Lays over all garments I ever have worn.
Oh, my! with delight it is driving me crazy;
The feelings that thrill me no language may tell.
Just look at its color. Oh, ain’t it a daisy?
The new jersey jacket that fits me so well!
The close-fitting jacket, the crimson-hued jacket
The new jersey jacket that fits me so well.

II.
It clings to my shoulders so tightly and neatly;
Its fair, rounded slopes show no wrinkle or fold;
It fits this plump figure of mine as completely
As if I’d been melted and poured in its mould.
How fertile the mind that was moved to design it;
Such rhythm pervades each depression and swell!
The waist would entice a strong arm to entwine it—
The waist of the jersey that fits me so well!
The crimson-hued jersey, the close-fitting jersey
The new jersey jacket that fits me so well.

III.
Of course I will wear it to parties and dances,
And gentlemen there will my figure admire;
The ladies will throw at me envious glances,
And that’s just the state of affairs I desire;
For feminine envy and male admiration
Proclaim that their object’s considered a belle
Oh, thou art of beauty the fair consummation,
My new jersey jacket that fits me so well!
The black-braided jacket, the close-fitting jacket
The new jersey jacket that fits me so well.

—(Somerville Journal)

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