Francis Duggan Poems

This writing verse is a 'hungry belly game'
And there must be an easier road to fame
For of the many who write verse only the few
Can ever hope to see their dream come true.
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He sung songs of old Ireland like the 'Homes of Donegal'
And an old favourite from Percy French called 'Phil the fluter's ball'
And to a jig the dancers rose and danced around the floor
And when he sang his goodnight song the shout went up for more.
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He's still only in his prime years but of late he's not been well
And life for him not easy he's already been through hell
A giant in his stockings and yet a gentleman
He takes on life's great battle and does the best he can.
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I've heard that Genevieve has turned thirty and the birthday
party for her one she did enjoy
Doesn't seem that long since she was a teenager on looking back the years just seemed to fly
She's studying for to be a social worker and very soon she will have her degree
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Every day you wake to see
The welcome light of day
Happy indeed you should be
That you've not been death's prey.
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Physically she was a tiny woman but in life she made her own history
And in China she did more than anyone did to alleviate the scourge of poverty
The decades go by but she is still remembered and history it always will recall
That Gladys Aylward the great humanitarian was one of the greatest missionaries of all.
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In my lifetime of wars, famines and prejudice the World may not be free
Nor not in a thousand years from now or so 'twould seem to me
For acts of terror leads to more terror and mistrust leads to hate
And in this age of advanced technology not much to celebrate.
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This is not an official statement just the one I'd like to make
But it is never to be published for my own and for my Party's sake
We would lose too many voters if I spoke the way I feel
So I must keep the Tories happy or I'll lose all of my appeal.
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From my Aunty and Uncle's house in Lisnaboy
I thought Caherbarnagh was touching the sky
To boy of seven years that mountain seemed tall
But compared to high peaks old Caher looks small.
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on the last time I see old Claramore
Bare were the fields and the trees and hedgerows
And chilly winds were blowing from the north
The winds that bring the sleety rains and snows.
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