Francis Duggan Poems

When people ask me what part of Ireland i am from i tell them from Millstreet
Not too far from the rushy fields where the rivers do meet
From old Claraghatlea in view of Clara Hill
Just a few minutes walk from the silver tongued rill
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Though two miles west of there i first saw light of day
It may not be by Cashman's Hill my last remains will lay
Or if i am cremated that will not be worrying me
The dead are past all caring and what will be will be
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The former Rose of Koroit has known a better day
With dark brown hair dye she cloaks her natural gray
With three teenage children two girls and a boy
Though no longer of Koroit Town the pride and the joy
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Though in fancy he can hear the babbling rill
Flowing to the big river down the fields by the hill
But with his wife and their primary school going son he is happy to stay
And he will not be going back to the town far away
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Since friendship is something on trees that does not grow
You cannot like every one you get to know
And likewise not every one will like you
Dislike is a thing that is felt by two
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Than any singer i know more songs he has sung
Old Jack may be getting old but he does feel young
He never did father children or never did have a wife
But women are very much part of his life
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It cannot fly with a drooping left wing
Grounded on the beach it does seem such a sad thing
The disabled silver gull that i did see today
For dog or cat or fox is now easy prey
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A dog's love for it's master unconditional though of such a love singers do seldom sing
Your dog looks up to you as a true hero and does admire you as it's queen or king
For as long as it does live to you devoted until death your dog it will be your friend
Your children and your spouse may well forsake you but for love on your dog you can depend
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The most wanted person by the Government of the U S of A
For leaking classified information if they can bring him home in years of prison time he will pay
He is without a passport in an airport in Moscow today
And that no Country wishes to give him asylum does seem a sad thing to say
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He is such a very happy fellow and he always does seem this way
Whenever i meet Happy Harry with a toothy smile he says good day
His dark brown hair greying in his mid forties for twenty years married to Irene
Their only offspring John in his late teens last November he turned nineteen
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