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The Irish Police in the Irish Guards have been winning fame that has spread through the world. The following poem is dedicated to one of these heroes.
                 
Kelly, the cop, has a scowl that is terrible;
Kelly, the cop, has a basilisk glare-
Something to frighten the the easily scarable
When it's combined with a growl like a bear

Yet in his heart he is brimming with charity,
Easy to reach with the tremolo stop;
Helping the fallen with him is no rarity,
Kelly the cop!
 
Don't you be daunted at all by his attitude;
Back of that scowl he is glowing with mirth.
Yes, and his kindness is great as his latitude-
That means a lot when you think of his girth!
                  
Yet he's right there when dealing with knavery.
Fearless of Hun or of chink or of wop;
No one has ever yet questioned his bravery-
Kelly the cop!
          
Arrogant often and lacking urbanity,
Undiplomatic at times,there's no doubt;
Yet,on the whole, in his work with humanity
Justice with mercy is what he deals out.
Subtle he's not, and there isn't much stealth in him-
        
Just a big man of the every-day crop;
Faithful and human and-well, here's a health to him,
Kelly the cop!
                  
Evening Herald, November, 1915.  


Last Edited By: ballyroughan 21-Feb-2011 9:37 PM. Edited 7 times.