Francis Duggan


The Southern Grampians Balladeer


He pens and sings his own ballads the Southern Grampians balladeer
And through the famous old shire he is known far and near
At pubs and clubs in Hamilton he often does entertain
A middle aged bush Poet and about him nothing vain.

At Tarrington and the Penshurst pub he is one you will hear sing
And to the bar-room patrons great happiness he bring
He always wears his bush hat and his corduroys as he strums on his guitar
And to see his very equal one might have to travel far.

Around the Southern Grampians his is a well known face
But he refers to Hamilton as his beloved home-place
He sings his own bush ballads and he can hit the high note
And in Hamilton they are proud to claim him as their own bush poet.

He pens and sings his own songs the southern Grampians poet supreme
And in all parts of the old Shire he is held in high esteem
Some of his songs are humorous he is a witty bloke
And in many of his funnier songs great laughter he provoke.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2008

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