Analysis of My Hat!
William Henry Ogilvie 1869 (Scotland) – 1963
The hats of a man may be many
In the course of a varied career,
And some have been worth not a penny
And some have been devilish dear;
But there's one hat I always remember
When sitting alone by the fire.
In the depth of a Northern November,
Because it fulfilled my desire.
It was old, it was ragged and rotten
And many years out of mode,
Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten
And left at the side of a road.
The boughs of the mulga had torn it,
It's ribbon was naught but lace,
And old swaggie would not have worn it
Without a sad smile on his face.
When I took off the hat to the ladies
It was rather with sorrow than swank,
And often I wished it in Hades
When the gesture drew only a blank;
But for swatting a fly on the tucker
Or lifting a quart from the fire
Or belting the ribs of a bucker
It was all that a man could desire.
When it ought to have gone to the cleaner's
(And stayed there, as somebody said!)
It was handy for flogging the weaners
From the drafting-yard into the shed.
And oft it has served as a dish for
A kelpie in need of a drink;
It was all that a fellow could wish for
In many more ways than you'd think.
It was spotted and stained by the weather,
There was more than one hole in the crown,
And it made little difference whether
The rim was turned up or turned down.
It kept out the rain (in a fashion)
And kept off the sun (more or less),
Bt it merely comanded compassion
Considered as part of one's dress.
Though it wasn't a hat you would bolt with
Or be anxious to borrow or hire,
It was useful to blindfold a colt with
Or handle a bit of barbed wire.
Though the world may have thought it improper
To wear such old rubbish as that,
I'd have scorned the best London-made topper
In exchange for my old battered hat.
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Metre | 011011110 001101001 011111010 0111101 111111010 110011010 0011010010 011011010 1111110010 0101111 1011011010 01101101 01101111 1101111 01111111 01011111 1111011010 111011011 010111010 101011001 111011010 110011010 11001101 1111011010 111111101 0111101 111011001 101010101 011111011 0101101 1111010111 01011111 1110011010 111111001 0111010010 01111111 111010010 01101111 111101010 01011111 1110011111 111011110 111011011 110011110 1011111010 11111011 1110110110 001111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,705 |
Words | 354 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 46 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 48 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 29 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 8 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 03, 2023
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