Old Town Types No27 - Sergeant Mat Mcgillicuddy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBB DEFFGGBB HHIICJBB KKLLBBM| King of all the old town gaoler censor too | A |
| Bane of heavy sinners doing things they shouldn't do | A |
| Terror of the cattle duffers in the northern scrubs | B |
| Keeping watch on criminals cautioning the pubs | B |
| On those brief hours in old days when laws forbade their beer | C |
| Looming forth on court days a Nemesis severe | C |
| Of a martinet and master in the art of keeping peace | B |
| Was Matthew Mark McGillicuddy Sergeant of Police | B |
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| How the gleaming metal jingled how the polished leather shone | D |
| When Sergeant Mat McGillicuddy put his war paint on | E |
| Skin tight corded riding breeches spur and soldier strap | F |
| Cartridge case revolver and a smart peaked cap | F |
| A black 'imperial' that wagged beneath his stiff moustache | G |
| Authority personified he cut a heavy dash | G |
| With his boots and buttons shining and his coat without a crease | B |
| Matthew Mark McGillicuddy Sergeant of Police | B |
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| On race days and show days when strangers sought the town | H |
| The Sergeant was a stern man and terrible his frown | H |
| But he had scant use on off days for his little goal of tin | I |
| Save when to keep the town's repute he ran some roysterer in | I |
| To come the 'morning after' with a foaming pot of beer | C |
| ''Tis agin the regulations but I want no corpses here | J |
| You perishing with heat an' thirst to but a spot of grease | B |
| An' me firewood there needs splittin' ' said the Sergeant of Police | B |
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| Then they made him an inspector in the city one sad day | K |
| But he had a glorious 'send off' before he went away | K |
| One night of wild carousal that gave scandal for a week | L |
| But the man sent to replace him was a truckler and a sneak | L |
| A plague to petty sinners a peeping Tom in pubs | B |
| But a jest among the cattle duffers in the northern scrubs | B |
| So we missed the human touch that lurked beneath the bluster | M |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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