Francis Duggan
On Poles On Clara by Francis Duggan

On Poles On Clara by Francis Duggan

The Clara i used to love so well it never more will look the sameThe E S B putting cables suspended on poles upon it that does seem a terrible shameI used to climb to the wooden ...

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‘Tis Up To You People Of Millstreet by Francis Duggan

‘Tis Up To You People Of Millstreet by Francis Duggan

A broadband mast to be placed on Clara's summit with cable suspended on poles all of the way to the topIt may be too late for this E S B and PermaNet venture for to be brought to ...

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On Hearing Of The Death Of Bill Sullivan by Francis Duggan

On Hearing Of The Death Of Bill Sullivan by Francis Duggan

For years I'd known Bill Sullivan of KilmeedyPerhaps since I have been a five year oldIn Millstreet he was both well known and well likedAs the saying goes he had a 'heart of ...

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The Crescent Honeyeater by Francis Duggan

The Crescent Honeyeater by Francis Duggan

Egypt egypt in woodland every dayAt once so near and then further awayEgypt egypt and then brief bubbling songI know that bird to whom that voice belong.Egypt egypt familiar to my ...

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Twenty Rooks by Francis Duggan

Twenty Rooks by Francis Duggan

Twenty rooks I count them as they flyCircling in the darkening evening skyTwenty black rooks circling round and roundTwenty yards or so above the ground.Do they sorrow or do they ...

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Scottish Kenny by Francis Duggan

Scottish Kenny by Francis Duggan

He comes from the high mountains towards the west of AberdeenAnd don't tell him of your hard life for he himself has seenEnough of down times in his life his family were poorAnd ...

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The Rosy Bay Hotel by Francis Duggan

The Rosy Bay Hotel by Francis Duggan

More than five dollars for a glass of beerOnly the well to do can linger hereAnd if you live on low income or welfareTo socialize you have to go elsewhere.You won't find ...

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Memories Of The Death Of Den Looney by Francis Duggan

Memories Of The Death Of Den Looney by Francis Duggan

'Twas mid summer 1958 the smell of hay crop rottingAnd in cut up pasture hungry cow from grass to grass tuft trottingAnd Irish farmer in financial woe his herd facing ...

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In That Old House In Tugun by Francis Duggan

In That Old House In Tugun by Francis Duggan

We swapped our life stories for hours after teaIn that old house in Tugun overlooking the seaSerena and Janice, Queensland Dave and IAnd cat lover Helen our chat did enjoy.Blond ...

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On Reading Of The Mad Cow Disease by Francis Duggan

On Reading Of The Mad Cow Disease by Francis Duggan

I have read of the mad cow disease in BritainAnd humans now affected sad to sayBut when man for lack of wisdom mess with NatureThere has to be some consequence to pay.The mad cow ...

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Now Don’T You Fault The Toughie Boys by Francis Duggan

Now Don’T You Fault The Toughie Boys by Francis Duggan

Now don't you fault the Toughie Boys if they've no sense of shameIf they live tough and they live rough society is to blameIf you were raised in city slum and from birth had bad ...

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On Seeing A Photograph Of Marilyn by Francis Duggan

On Seeing A Photograph Of Marilyn by Francis Duggan

It's been said with the Kennedys Robert and John she had affairsBut judge for yourself if that be truth or liesThough many claim there has to be some fireIf smoke keep billowing ...

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Honest Peter by Francis Duggan

Honest Peter by Francis Duggan

I will try to tell a story as I heard the story toldAbout Peter who hailed from Hong Kong he was three decades oldHe lived south east of Melbourne for just two years or soAnd that ...

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How Good Again To Walk In The Sunshine by Francis Duggan

How Good Again To Walk In The Sunshine by Francis Duggan

This morning I climbed out the darkened holeAnd walked again in the bright light of dayThe light of happiness shone in my soulAnd lamp of sun shone through the clouds of ...

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Written At Broadbeach Queensland by Francis Duggan

Written At Broadbeach Queensland by Francis Duggan

The noisy miners chirp in sunburnt parkway by the seaAnd lorikeets are noising as they fly from tree to treeThe scaly breasted and the rainbow keets from gum to sheoak flyA blaze ...

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John The Odd by Francis Duggan

John The Odd by Francis Duggan

With other children games he did not playWhen they played football he would steal awayTo take short walk or rest in shade of treeHe felt happy in his own company.He did not have ...

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On Reading Blake’s ‘Little Black Boy’ by Francis Duggan

On Reading Blake’s ‘Little Black Boy’ by Francis Duggan

Two centuries or even more gone bySince William Blake wrote 'The little black boy'He told in verse how black skin equalled whiteAnd in what he wrote of course the poet was ...

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Mavis by Francis Duggan

Mavis by Francis Duggan

Down at the R.S.L. club they call her Dancing QueenAnd she wheels around the dance floor as if she were nineteenWith faster tunes or slow tunes she's never out of timeAnd she's ...

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Hilda by Francis Duggan

Hilda by Francis Duggan

I know a woman she is forty threeAnd she still search for an identityI'm still a stranger to myself she sayAnd in the maze of life I've lost my way.Retrenched from her job earlier ...

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The Deserter by Francis Duggan

The Deserter by Francis Duggan

He was a coward the unenlightened sayHe should have fought he chose to run awayIn choosing life he sacrificed his prideAnd he fled the battle where his comrades died.At their ...

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Love Song by Francis Duggan

Love Song by Francis Duggan

When the flowers bloom on the rhododendron treeAnd the parkland wear it's finest greeneryAnd the shrike thrush pipe his sweetest melodyThen I know you'll return again to me.The ...

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Riordan Treylourne by Francis Duggan

Riordan Treylourne by Francis Duggan

At the Daylesford festival the Tinkerman from SligoOn his guitar played tunes from long agoThe tunes he heard his traveller father playWhen he was young in Connacht far ...

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Rose From Wonthaggi by Francis Duggan

Rose From Wonthaggi by Francis Duggan

She told me how her father worked as a coalminerIn Wonthaggi in South Giuppsland years agoDeep in the mine shaft tunnelling and diggingThe work was rough and hard and progress ...

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Helen’s Ghost Speaks by Francis Duggan

Helen’s Ghost Speaks by Francis Duggan

Oh Helen dear we thought that you were deadThought proved you wrong I never died she saidTo grieve for me on your heart needless loadFor I never left Belgrave or Bayview road.Oh ...

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In The Nobbies by Francis Duggan

In The Nobbies by Francis Duggan

In the Nobbies Phillip Island on the cliffs above the seaThe silver gulls breed in their thousands a squawky noisy colonyThey feel security in numbers no place for a bird of ...

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Serena The Wanderer by Francis Duggan

Serena The Wanderer by Francis Duggan

I have heard that Serena that devil may careIs picking the pumpkins in North Queensland in AyrBy coast south of Cairns I've never been thereBut I know that Miss Trencher could ...

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Rose From Bairnsdale by Francis Duggan

Rose From Bairnsdale by Francis Duggan

Rose from Bairnsdale lives and works in inner MelbourneA four hour drive from her beloved HometownAnd from ground floor office from where she works in Collins StreetShe hears the ...

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The Solicitor. by Francis Duggan

The Solicitor. by Francis Duggan

The son of a high court judge his family never poorAnd he in his late twenties is financially secureA young man with a bright future he has a law degreeAnd he's already near the ...

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The Beauty Of November by Francis Duggan

The Beauty Of November by Francis Duggan

A cool breeze and warm sunshine I love these days of SpringAnd in park at Mermaid Waters the wild birds chirp and singAnd the young noisy miner as big as mother nowBut still he ...

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On Australia’s Federal Budget (98) by Francis Duggan

On Australia’s Federal Budget (98) by Francis Duggan

I don't know why you smile Peter CostelloWhen you say Australia is in the blackWhen the people that you really should be helpingAre the people on whom you have turned your ...

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Sue Dennehy by Francis Duggan

Sue Dennehy by Francis Duggan

When I was young she was an ageing womanShe lived in her small house in the West EndAnd she was much loved in and around MillstreetSue Dennehy was everybodys friend.A daughter of ...

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Kilkenny Near Adelaide by Francis Duggan

Kilkenny Near Adelaide by Francis Duggan

Named after an Irish County where the hurling game is playedKilkenny in South Australia just out of AdelaideBut no clashing of the hurling sticks or sliothar travellingthrough the ...

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Poor Jack The Ramp by Francis Duggan

Poor Jack The Ramp by Francis Duggan

Poor Jack the ramp is broke before dole dayAnd yet he doesn't seem to have a careIf I were him I shudder at the thoughtI'd feel suicidal pulling out my hair.He always has a big ...

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On Meeting A Friendly Person by Francis Duggan

On Meeting A Friendly Person by Francis Duggan

She smiled at me in such a friendly waySaying isn't it a warm and pleasant dayA woman in her sixties one might sayShe showed her years in wrinkles and in gray.I would not feel ...

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The Noisy Miners by Francis Duggan

The Noisy Miners by Francis Duggan

The noisy miners live up to their nameAs the noisiest family in their neighbourhoodYou always hear them calling in small groupsOn trees along the border of the wood.With yellow ...

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Sara Hobbs Connor by Francis Duggan

Sara Hobbs Connor by Francis Duggan

A long long way from England from her old stomping groundThe gipsy blood is in her she likes to get aroundShe has a son and husband by duty she is boundBut the place she'd like to ...

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They Will Only See Decay by Francis Duggan

They Will Only See Decay by Francis Duggan

It's not easy to live decent in society of todaySome may look on you as soft touch and see you as easy preySome may see you as 'meal ticket' and advantage of you takeAnd say to ...

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John If Only by Francis Duggan

John If Only by Francis Duggan

They call him 'John if only' these words he often sayIf only I were wealthy I dream about that dayI'd travel all around the world to places far awayBut I am just a poor bloke so ...

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Nicky by Francis Duggan

Nicky by Francis Duggan

I saw him on the street this morning and he looked a sorry sightHe had stiches in his eyebrows he was in another fightHe always wears the scars of battle after night out on pub ...

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The Olive Backed Oriole by Francis Duggan

The Olive Backed Oriole by Francis Duggan

The olive backed oriole has a distinct songYou hear him once you ought not get him wrongHis notes don't vary much from day to dayAnd flute like are the little tunes he play.With ...

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Ted And Rover by Francis Duggan

Ted And Rover by Francis Duggan

He will be fifty nine on saturday and he will celebrateHis birthday at home in his flat with Rover dog his mateFor Rover he say his best friend your dog is always trueWhen those ...

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On Hearing A Blackbird Singing by Francis Duggan

On Hearing A Blackbird Singing by Francis Duggan

A gold billed blackbird flutes on blackwood treeFrom upper branch his music floating downI heard his kin bird many years agoOn trees and hedgerows west of Millstreet Town.I ...

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Pete by Francis Duggan

Pete by Francis Duggan

Most say he is a hero but I'll leave that up to youFor Pete himself say what he did anyone else might doThe young girl in the river fell the water flowed bank highHe swam in and ...

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Message In A Bottle by Francis Duggan

Message In A Bottle by Francis Duggan

The magpie larks in the mid morning callingAnd sun and wind promise a balmy dayAnd old Fred with his blue heeler out walkingThe shingled shore along the sunlit bay.From amongst ...

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I Am Not Nostalgic Person. by Francis Duggan

I Am Not Nostalgic Person. by Francis Duggan

I am not nostalgic person though my past still clings to meAnd I still hear the chaffinch singing on the leafy alder treeAnd though he sings in a green valley more than half a ...

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The High Bog Road To Gneeves by Francis Duggan

The High Bog Road To Gneeves by Francis Duggan

Like ladder to the galaxy climbing upwards to the skyThe road to Gneeves bogland is narrow, rough and highBut from May to September much traffic up and downTo and from the ...

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Susan by Francis Duggan

Susan by Francis Duggan

She grew tired of outback living tired of paddocks flat and brownAnd she resolved to move to Sydney live and work in the big TownThe nearest village two miles south east a milk ...

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On Seeing A Pair Of Powerful Owls by Francis Duggan

On Seeing A Pair Of Powerful Owls by Francis Duggan

They seldom venture out in light of dayAnd from the sun they hide themselves awayAnd I have only seen two I recallHigh on a tree in Selby at nightfall.In the torch beam their ...

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Jama by Francis Duggan

Jama by Francis Duggan

Jama is an African from Somalia far awayI'm black and I am proud of it he has been known to sayIn boots he stand seven foot in bare feet six foot tenAnd six footers beside him ...

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I Fancy I Can See You Old Duhallow by Francis Duggan

I Fancy I Can See You Old Duhallow by Francis Duggan

I fancy I can see you old DuhallowThe swallows o'er your fields wing to and froAnd cows from wintering houses out on pastureAnd birds are whistling on the green hedgerow.I lay ...

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