Francis Duggan Poems

The writers of it write and the singers of it sing
The great gift of life is a marvellous thing
So precious and beautiful yet so sad to say
That some soul damaged people from others take their gift of life from them away
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With many with money it is much wants more
I'm sure that's a saying you've often heard before
And many with enough are not satisfied
That greed is addictive cannot be denied
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Since those who care about you for you do not love you less
Why worry about it your lack of success
On the true meaning of success many would disagree
And since you speak about it please define it for me
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Mick kelleher will never be an Aussie
He'll always be the man from far away
He still talks about Millstreet and Clara Mountain
And the groves and bogs and fields of Claraghatlea.
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My memory take me back long years to when i was young boy
To evenings in mid Summer in June and in July
The corncrake called in darkened mead the same notes o'er and o'er
But now in part of Ireland where i lived the corncrake heard no more.
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Black Caesar was Australia's first bush ranger
And as his name suggests he was not white
And when caught up with by those who pursued him
He did not go down without a good fight.
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On the roadside paddock where the short grass is brown
The brolgas are dancing near old Penshurst Town
They dance in the sunshine of a Summer's day
The beautiful brolgas red heads and light gray
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To help the handicapped she see it as her duty I'm for the underdog you hear her say
And once a forthnight even in a heatwave she drives to a place one hundred miles away
To entertain those who need entertaining to such a worthy cause she remains true
She is what one would call a real good person and people like her sad to say too few.
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That to many ignorance is bliss does that seem fair to say
Since despite the Worldwide climate change we live in the usual way
We still burn environmentally harmful fuels for that I'm also to blame
What's been happening to our Natural Environment is to Humanity's shame
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On tuesdays after she had been out shopping she pushed her
trolley home along the street
And she would say good day to everybody the friendliest
person you could wish to meet
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