No wonder ’twould his eyes annoy,
Monkbarns himself would never quote
“Sir Robert Sibbald,” “Gordon,” “Roy,”
Or “Stukely” for a long-tail’d Coat.
Jackets may do to ride a race,
Or row in, when one’s in a boat;
But, in the Boudoir, sure, for grace
There’s nothing like Dick’s long-tail’d Coat.
Of course, in climbing up a tree,
On terra firma, or afloat.