The Old Tin Hat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDBB EEFFBB GGHHBB CCGGBB| In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined | A |
| With a stock to keep their chins in front and a pigtail down behind | A |
| When the only light in the barracks at night was a candle of grease or fat | B |
| When they put the extinguisher on the light they called it the Old Tin Hat | B |
| Now a very great man is the C in C for he is the whole of the show | C |
| The reins and the whip and the driver's hand that maketh the team to go | C |
| But the road he goes is a lonely road with ever a choice to make | D |
| When he comes to a place where the roads divide which one is the road to take | D |
| For there's one road right and there's one road wrong uphill or over the flat | B |
| And one road leads to the Temple of Fame and one to the Old Tin Hat | B |
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| And a very great man is the man who holds an Army Corps command | E |
| For he hurries his regiments here and there as the C in C has planned | E |
| By day he travels about in state and stirreth them up to rights | F |
| He toileth early and toileth late and sitteth up half the nights | F |
| But the evening comes when the candle throws twin shadows upon the mat | B |
| And one of the shadows is like a wreath and one like an Old Tin Hat | B |
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| And a very proud man is the Brigadier at the sound of the stately tread | G |
| Of his big battalions marching on as he rides with his staff ahead | G |
| There's never a band to play them out and the bugle's note is still | H |
| But he hears two tunes in the gentle breeze that blows from over the hill | H |
| And one is a tune in a stirring key and the other is faint and flat | B |
| For one is the tune of My new C B and the other My Old Tin Hat | B |
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| And the Colonel heading his regiment is life and soul of the show | C |
| It's Column of route Form troops Extend and into the fight they go | C |
| He does not duck when the air is full of the wail of the whimpering lead | G |
| He does not scout for the deep dugout when the 'planes are overhead | G |
| He fears not hog nor devil nor dog and he'd scrap with a mountain cat | B |
| But he goeth in fear of the Brigadier and in fear of the Old Tin Hat | B |
Banjo Paterson
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