A Singer Of Irish Ballads Poem by Francis Duggan

He sang The Boys Of Wexford, Spancil Hill and Skibbereen
And Carrigdhoun, Carrickfergus and The Wearing Of The Green
Molly Malone and Slievenamon And The Rose Of Tralee
Lovely Leitrim, Are You Right There Michael and The Hills Of Knocknashee
The traveling singer of old Irish ballads at the local pub last night
He was such a marvelous songster to hear him singing a delight
Of his home suburb of Crumlin in Dublin he had made it far south
From to town to town in Victoria he was traveling about
Perhaps in his early thirties one who had traveled far
Singing ballads for a living as he strummed on his guitar
In the lounge room of a pub in Clifton Hill that is known quite well
To Melbourne's Irish migrants the Normandy Hotel
With long dark hair to his shoulders one i never see before
When he had sung his farewell ballad he had us pleading for more.