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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No27 - Sergeant Mat McGillicuddy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">King of all the old town, gaoler, censor, too,<br>Bane of heavy sinners doing things they shouldn't do,<br>Terror of the cattle-duffers in the northern scrubs,<br>Keeping watch on criminals, cautioning the pubs<br>On those brief hours, in old days, when laws forbade their beer,<br>Looming forth on court-days, a Nemesis severe <br>Of a martinet and master in the art of keeping peace<br>Was Matthew Mark McGillicuddy, Sergeant of Police.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the gleaming metal jingled, how the polished leather shone<br>When Sergeant Mat. McGillicuddy put his war-paint on:<br>Skin-tight corded riding breeches, spur and soldier-strap,<br>Cartridge case, revolver, and a smart, peaked cap,<br>A black 'imperial' that wagged beneath his stiff moustache <br>Authority personified - he cut a heavy dash<br>With his boots and buttons shining and his coat without a crease <br>Matthew Mark McGillicuddy, Sergeant of Police.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On race-days and show-days, when strangers sought the town,<br>The Sergeant was a stern man, and terrible his frown.<br>But he had scant use on off-days for his little goal of tin,<br>Save when, to keep the town's repute, he ran some roysterer in;<br>To come the 'morning after' with a foaming pot of beer:<br>''Tis agin the regulations; but I want no corpses here.<br>You perishing with heat an' thirst to but a spot of grease.<br>An' me firewood there needs splittin',' said the Sergeant of Police.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they made him an inspector in the city one sad day;<br>But he had a glorious 'send off' before he went away <br>One night of wild carousal that gave scandal for a week,<br>But the man sent to replace him was a truckler and a sneak,<br>A plague to petty sinners, a peeping Tom in pubs;<br>But a jest among the cattle-duffers in the northern scrubs.<br> So we missed the human touch that lurked beneath the bluster</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Bane of heavy sinners doing things they shouldn't do,
Terror of the cattle-duffers in the northern scrubs,
Keeping watch on criminals, cautioning the pubs
On those brief hours, in old days, when laws ..."></div>
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