Francis Duggan Poems

He works for Cunningham and Kelleher their kato operator
And he is good at what he do perhaps nobody greater
His thirtieth birthday hours away and time is on the hurry
And we can only wish him well a happy birthday Murray.
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I'll remember her forever till the last day of my life
That good lady from Buninyong Bernette Bambi's wife
She liked us Pipeline workers and we owe her quite a lot
And the kindness she showed to us won't be easily forgot.
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In Wales I picked potatoes some thirty years ago
And in Ireland I logged pine trees by the mountains in the snow
Yet for my rough and tumble life I don't have much to show
And I have not learned that much from life and so much to learn and know.
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They ought to go to Iraq when their so called just war is won
And have a real life look at the damage their bombs will have done
To the Iraqi cities the damage will be great
And in mass deaths and sufferings what is to celebrate? .
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How can one describe dear Jose she's the pride of Winter Street
And she's honest and she's lovable and untainted by conceit
And foremost she's real lady kindhearted and sane of mind
And she truly is good advert to the race of Womankind.
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They roamed the roads of Ireland in horse drawn caravan
And I envied them their freedom the carefree wandering clan
Their favourite horses Pinto in colours white and brown
And two weeks at most their longest stay in any country town
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Eddy McGrath from Tipperary from Greenrath near old Tipp Town
He's a helpful sort of fellow type who'd never see you down
Roamed the bushlands of Australia homeland of the kangaroo
Worked for a while in Melbourne City and spent some time in Sydney too.
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Eileen Regan, Eileen Regan pretty barmaid of Oak Bar
With your good looks and your charm methink you could yet go far
You are the darling girl of Oak Lane and Oak Bar's blushing flower
Fair as any rose of Summer blooming in a sunlit bower.
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Happy birthday to you Lisa I hear that you are seventeen
And the years they have flown quickly like waters of a flooded stream
Yes those years have flown so quickly seems like only yesterday
That I was shown a photo of you as a baby by your grandma in Claraghatlea.
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I have been to Ballinspittle and my eyes felt strained and sore
From gazing upwards towards a statue for an hour or maybe more
A statue of the Lady whose son walked on the waves of Galilee
And died nailed to a timber cross on the hill of Calvary.
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