The Little Slit in the Tail

Henry Lawson, 1909

      I'm glad that the Bushmen can't see me now
      A-doing it tall in the town;
      I've an inch-brimmed hat on my sun-burnt brow —
      And my collar jumps up and down.
      I'm wearing a vest that would charm a snake,
      And a tie like a lost soul's wail;
      And I'm dressed in a coat of the latest make,
      With a little slit in the tail:
      With a little slit in the tail of it,
      With a little slit in the tail.

      My pants alone are a thing of joy,
      And they're built to show my bends,
      With a crease behind and a crease before,
      And a little curl in the ends.
      I carry my nose-rag in my cuff,
      And the lot should get me gaol —
      I paid five guineas for my rig-out,
      And one for the slit in the tail:
      For the little slit in the tail of it,
      For the little slit in the tail.