Ode to a Tricorn Box

Written on December 3, for the Loudoun Christmas Garrison

by Sgt. Nutcher for his gift to Ensign Boggs.

To be sung to the tune of "O' Tannenbaum"

Oh, Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

How lovely is thy leather.

Oh Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

It’s waxed against the weather.

The stitches are so neat and tight,

The lining is so green and bright.

Oh Tricorn Box, My Tricorn Box

You give me joy and pleasure.

Oh Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

Much Pleasure thou can’st give me.

Oh Tricorn Box, My Tricorn Box

Much Pleasure thou can’st give me.

How often has my poor chapeau

Been bashed and mashed and lumped like dough.

But now within your leathern glow

My tricorn I can safely stow.

Oh Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

Thy buckles shine so brightly.

Oh Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

Thy buckles shine so brightly.

I stitched this box with loving care

I knew my hat would rest in there.

Oh Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

You are a gift just for me.

Oh Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

My joy has turned to sorrow.

Oh Tricorn Box, Oh Tricorn Box

My joy has turned to sorrow.

I found the note naming my giftee.

Alas, ‘twas not a gift for me.

Now, sad, heartbroken, in a fog,

Rot it all, it goes to Boggs.