Poems About: BALLAD

It's true he came from Scotland way up north and far away
But in Adelaide in south Australia he's lived for many a day
And in the Land down under they now claim him for their own
One of the finest songwriters this World has ever known. read more »

Way up in the high Artic where the cold north winds blow
Young men flocked in their search for gold one hundred years ago
In Winter the musk oxen paw for fodder through the snow
In temperatures quite often fifty degrees below read more »

The Winter mostly cold and dry
And little rainfall in July
And not much water in the creek and drain
By the old Town of Castlemaine. read more »

A fan of the late Ned Buckley the poet of Knocknagree
The last bard of Sliabh Luachra and few as great as he
Her name is Brid Ui Mhaoluala that is Irish to the core
Her husband from East Kerry from the old Town of Rathmore. read more »

You've heard the song 'The wild colonial boy'
An oft sung ballad of decades gone by
His name was Jack Doolin from Castlemaine
Where now no trace of his existence remain. read more »

Thomas Davis bard of Mallow his songs are a source of joy
They were born of natural genius and will never ever die
His songs sung the whole World over and in some Irish Club tonight
Some one sings the songs of Davis to the listeners delight. read more »

The day, the suns burn across the dunes,
The pianist awakens,
His skin a bit more dead,
Fingers gliding over the keys, the runes read more »

Ah, yes play your beautiful ballad my singing bird...
fill me with foreboding in a sea of evergreen,
let your song reach the inner core of my sadness. read more »

No use pleading anymore at the dawn,
The waved-off world gone disastrous with time. read more »

*Irish archaic: eager to taste or enjoy

A wood most wild,
Deep, read more »

Your thoughts are not too heavy for your heart
It is only foolery that makes it seem so
You think till you are hot
And then say you are sick read more »

Sit in your light and sing to me little bird.
Sing of all the things in the world, right and wrong.
Chirp, Chirp, deceit in each sugar-coated word.
A ballad of battle a dangerous song. read more »