Francis Duggan Poems

Australia this big and underpopulated Land
It's Government i find hard to understand
They turn asylum seeking boat refugees from their shores away
The spirit of the fair go seems dead and this is sad to say
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For god, flag and country and national pride
Too many by far in wars have fought and died
Governments have not learned the lessons of wars fought decades ago
They tell us who should be our friend and who should be our foe
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For god, flag and country and national pride
Too many by far in wars have fought and died
Governments have not learned the lessons of wars fought decades ago
They tell us who should be our friend and who should be our foe
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The day is sunny and humid and warm with warmth in the breeze
In a heatwave of mid January with a temperature high of thirty degrees
The song of a bird on a nearby wattle tree
Does stir up old memories that are dormant in me
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She was such a lovely woman one who did lead a good life
A good mother to her children and to Jerry Horgan a good wife
Sad to learn that Peggie Horgan from life has passed away
In St Mary's in Millstreet her last remains does lay
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We are better off without enemies and we do need every friend
This is how it is why otherwise pretend
Since negative energy directed against you for you not a good thing
Of the praises of such you will not hear many sing
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Peader's Prize trained in Kanturk By James Manley and Pats Newdown owned and trained by Dan Halloran of Knocknagree
Remain as the only Duhallow dogs to claim outright victory
In the North Cork Cup in the Town Park in Millstreet Town
I was there on the days that they raced to renown
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Photos of ourselves and our wives and our children in our homes on every wall
For our growing egos it does seem our heads are too small
I see young people taking photos with their mobile phones of self and fiance every day
We are in the age of too much love of self it does seem this way
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Have you ever felt yourself quite close to tears
As your mind took you back to the long gone years
When playing with your young friends you ran up and down
In the schoolyard in your lunch break in the far away town
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In Port Fairy in the holiday period in January for the mates some good fun
Playing cricket on the beach in the afternoon sun
Where each run is greeted with a lusty cheer
And between overs a break for a swim and a beer
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