In vanity fair

Oh, ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces

And jewels so rich and so rare;

Oh, eyes shining brightly and feet tripping lightly,

You'll find them in Vanity Fair.

Oh, roses and lilies and daffydowndillies

And cheeks that with roses compare:

Oh, bright eyes a-beaming a gleaming; a-dreaming,

You'll find them in Vanity Fair.

Sing hey, sing ho, a fig for your sighing,

Sing hey, sing ho, a truce to your care.

Sing ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces,

They'll greet you in Vanity Fair.

Oh, rose leaves a-falling and music a-calling

And lights all a-flicker and flare,

Oh, lovers a-sighing and maidens replying,

Youll find them in Vanity Fair.

Oh, gay masquerading and sweet serenading

And laughter afloat on the air,

Oh, hearts beating gladly and sadly and madly

You'll find them in Vanity Fair.

Sing hey, sing ho, &c.