Sometimes, from the inland town To the city mart, or fair, They in merry bands glide down, And their precious burdens bear. Often so do lovers meet, Whispering, wooing, billing, cooing, While upon their iron feet, Miles and miles of talk they're doing. Skaters' ankles, critics state, Are not over-much genteel. If the ankle's somewhat large, May be 'tis well set and strong. No one offering a suggestion.
Silence gives consent.
So, then, Pretty girls, and woman, too, No less than rude boys, and men, May put on the iron shoe.