The Beauty and the Dude

Henry Lawson, 1891

      A fresh sweet-scented beauty
      Came tripping down the street;
      She was as fair a vision
      As you might chance to meet.
      A masher raised his cady
      (I don't want to be rude)
      He raised it to the lady —
      That fresh sweet-scented dude.

      They met and talked and simpered
      And giggled in the street;
      They were as bright a vision
      As you might wish to meet.
      I don't know what they're good for,
      But don't want to be rude
      To the fair sweet-scented beauty
      Or the well-upholstered dude.