I’M GLAD that the Bushmen can’t see me now br A-doing it tall in the town; br I’ve an inch-brimmed hat on my sun-burnt brow— br And my collar jumps up and down. br I’m wearing a vest that would charm a snake, br And a tie like a lost soul’s wail; br And I’m dressed in a coat of the latest make, br With a little slit in the tail: br With a little slit in the tail of it, br With a little slit in the tail. br br My pants alone are a thing of joy, br And they’re built to show my bends, br With a crease behind and a crease before, br And a little curl in the ends. br I carry my nose-rag in my cuff, br And the lot should get me gaol— br I paid five guineas for my rig-out, br And one for the slit in the tail: br For the little slit in the tail of it, br For the little slit in the tail.