Written by Mr. Silas S. Steele

Sung with great applause, by Ann Seftou, at the Philadelphia, Western and Southern Theatres.

Tune , “Jim Brown.”

I am the pink of the fashion from the top to the toe
In the street or ball-room or hotel, why dem’m a
I’m the beau;

To be the tip of fashion I’ve the fashionable tip,
I’ve mustachios, breasts and corsets, and I’ve
pads on leg and hip.

I have brass upon my heels and I’ve brass upon my face
I sport a stick, and stick to sport with the exquisite grace.
I charm each rival’s sweetheart, and take her by the wing,
Crying, “Ah!, fellow, its all up with you, for dam’me, I’m the thing.

I am the pink of fashion,
In the street or ball-room or hotel, why dem’m
I’m the beau;

Then if he talks of fighting, I’m a swell both soul and body,
Come feylow, oim yoah man for a pistol or a toddy;
I curl out my mustachios, and he brushes up his hair,
But before he gets a foul of me, I’m off with his fair:

I slip her in a cab, and away with me she goes,
I peep out at her lover with my thumb upon my nose:
I take her to the opera, I take her to the ball.
Her gallants meet me on the floor, and then I
floor them all.

For I am the pink of fashion, from the top to the toe
In the street or ball-room or hotel, why dem’m
I’m the beau.

From: Marsh’s Selection, Or Singing for the Million. Vol. 1. New York: Marsh, 1854: 78.