City Man Goes Back To Country Boy Poem by Francis Duggan

In New South Wales he spent his boyhood day
The little man with hair of silver gray
In paddock by his house the roos did play
And the nearest town was twenty miles away.

He likes to talk when he's had a few beers
And he tells the stories of his boyhood years
Between the Towns of Gulgong and Mudgee
And he can go back more than half a century.

And in his heart he's still a country boy
And his stories of his youth I do enjoy
And as a boy I see him standing there
The golden sunshine on his dark brown hair.

His father was king of the shearing shed
And each day he shore he shore two hundred head
The greatest ever shearer in Mudgee
His shearing feats live on in memory.

He still recalls those happy days of Spring
When whistler to their garden came to sing
The golden whistler beautiful to see
On wattle branch piped cheerful melody.

He likes to talk when he's had a few ales
About his childhood years in New South Wales
And the city man goes back to country boy
And his stories of his youth I do enjoy.