I once had a gown, it was almost ***, The daintiest thing, it was sweet Alice Brood, With little forget-me-nots placed here and there. When I had it on, I walked on the air, And it wore, and it wore, and it wore, Till it went, and it was no more. In my sweet little Alice Brood gown, When I first wandered down into town, I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye, But in every shop window I'd primp, passing by. Then in manner of fashion I'd frown, And the world seemed to smile all around. Till it wilted, I wore it, I'll always adore it, My sweet little Alice Brood gown. My sweet little Alice Brood gown.
