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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Tin Hat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, <br>With a stock to keep their chins in front, and a pigtail down behind, <br>When the only light in the barracks at night was a candle of grease or fat, <br>When they put the extinguisher on the light, they called it the Old Tin Hat. <br>Now, a very great man is the C. in C., for he is the whole of the show -- <br>The reins and the whip and the driver's hand that maketh the team to go -- <br>But the road he goes is a lonely road, with ever a choice to make, <br>When he comes to a place where the roads divide, which one is the road to take. <br>For there's one road right, and there's one road wrong, uphill, or over the flat, <br>And one road leads to the Temple of Fame, and one to the Old Tin Hat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a very great man is the man who holds an Army Corps command, <br>For he hurries his regiments here and there as the C. in C. has planned. <br>By day he travels about in state and stirreth them up to rights, <br>He toileth early and toileth late, and sitteth up half the nights; <br>But the evening comes when the candle throws twin shadows upon the mat, <br>And one of the shadows is like a wreath, and one like an Old Tin Hat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a very proud man is the Brigadier at the sound of the stately tread <br>Of his big battalions marching on, as he rides with his staff ahead. <br>There's never a band to play them out, and the bugle's note is still, <br>But he hears two tunes in the gentle breeze that blows from over the hill. <br>And one is a tune in a stirring key, and the other is faint and flat, <br>For one is the tune of "My new C.B." and the other, "My Old Tin Hat." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Colonel heading his regiment is life and soul of the show, <br>It's "Column of route", "Form troops", "Extend", and into the fight they go; <br>He does not duck when the air is full of the "wail of the whimpering lead", <br>He does not scout for the deep dugout when the 'planes are overhead; <br>He fears not hog, nor devil, nor dog, and he'd scrap with a mountain cat, <br>But he goeth in fear of the Brigadier, and in fear of the Old Tin Hat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344135" data-title="The Old Tin Hat de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins in front, and a pigtail down behind, When the only light in the barracks at night was a candle of grease or fat, When they put the extinguishe..."></div> </div> </div>
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