The Chief Commissioner of Police (General Blamey) declares that Parliament has imposed obligations upon the police to enforce unpopular measures so that goodwill between police and public is gradually being lost.
Oh, for that kindly copper I knew long years ago, A stalwart man and proper, Crime's unrelenting foe. He was for me a shield, a friend Who sole concern was to defend Such just rights as I know. My bedtime thoughts went with him What time his forthright feet, In slow and measured rhythm, Patrolled his midnight beat; And, knowing he was on my side, I blessed him, snugly satisfied, Our concord was complete. And now, tho' we've neglected No duty, sought no change, This friend I once respected Half hostile grows, and strange. They've made of him a hybrid thing: And jobs we both dislike now bring Him well within my range. His stern eye holds suspicions I feel I don't deserve Re rules and requisitions That fairly get my nerve. And, when I motor thro' the land, His great, prohibitive, red hand Restrains my merry verve. They give him duties menial -- Jobs that no proud cop asks; So that he, once so genial, No more in favor basks. And I am quite convinced the pop -- Ularity of any cop Must suffer thro' these tasks.
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