The Little Slit In The Tail

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.