Glenrowan In December Poem by Francis Duggan

I once walked down through Glenrowan that delightful countryside
Where Ned Kelly was taken captive and his brother Dan, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne died
Ten miles south of Wangaratta and eighty north of Melbourne Town
Glenrowan last stand of the Kelly gang a place of beauty and renown.

Aussie magpie singing gaily heart brimful of ecstasy,
Lorikeets and red browed finches pipe and flit from tree to tree,
Oranges, vines and juicy cherries, apples and peaches growing wild
This is a near place to heaven this is paradise unspoiled.

Must be great for those who live there paradise at their back door
Sun shine, birdsong, fruits and roses who could wish or ask for more
And if I could I know I'd stay there but in my life I have no say
As wanderlust is my possessor and wanderlust called me away.