Francis Duggan Poems

the moon shines beautiful and bright
And countless little stars look down
And Johnny thinks of her tonight
Whilst she walks the streets of town.
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Here in Melbourne's Olympic Park now greyhound track
I sit in old stand and the years roll back
To fifty six when I was nine years old
And Delany here from Dublin won his gold.
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In the widely read newspaper 'The Melbourne Age'
His cartoons often on the business page
The cartoon king of the old Sherbrooke Shire
His story is a story to inspire.
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On their lunch hour Dean, Ernie and Darren along with Helen, Brett and Chris
Went across to Knoxfield Tavern decided to give lunch a miss
One hour's drinking became two hours and two hours drinking became three
And twenty pots and four hours later they were drunk as drunk can be.
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He'd like to spend his last days in the homeplace
In the Village he left in 1943
As a twenty year old and almost in his prime day
Beyond Duhallow there was much to see.
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The deep, deep emptiness of solitude
That drives one to a melancholy mood
I stand here on green bank of riverside
With thoughts on recent victim of suicide.
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In those old hills the black tribes lived and hunted in those brown hills thousands of years ago
And those old hills had many trees growing on them and some of those trees to great heights did grow
'Til white men came and with their saws and crosscuts they cut down the trees leaving the hills looking bare
And any damage done to Mother Nature as we ought know is so hard to repair.
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I knew a Priest a devout man and he seemed free of taint
And those who thought they knew him well said he was a living saint
A charming and a religious man unstained by vile deceit
And as near to perfect human being as one could wish to meet.
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I've been in New York and I've been to New Jersey
And I've been to London and Trafalgar Square
And I've seen some of Wales and my own Homeland Ireland
But I have never been to County Clare.
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I last met Pat Evans in Wonthaggi at the Miner's Rest Hotel
At 9 P.M. on Easter Saturday my short term memory serves me well
I felt happy for to meet him as I'd not seen him for six years
And we talked about the good times as we sunk a couple of beers.
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