The Beauty and the Dude


Henry Lawson

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.

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