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The Little Slit In The Tail
by Henry LawsonI'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.