Francis Duggan Poems

Though no one may care to read my story
I too had my days of glory
Moments when a glowing pride
Kindled within in me inside.
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Thomas Hall he was a wandering man
And his restless mind forbid him settle down
And in his brief and wanderlust life span
He became well known in many a town.
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If some man should say to you
That he doesn't simply give a chew
For riches or immortal fame
Then I would like to know his name? .
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'The far off fields are green' that saying I can recall
I first heard it when I was knee high tall
The silver haired old fellow said to me
The fields are greener beyond Knocknagree.
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I'm a stranger in Australia and Aussies look on me as strange
And like one on desert Island I feel way, way out of range
They don't understand my accent and ask me to speak more slow
We don't understand you matey, where you come from, where you go? .
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The singing birds of Millstreet are calling, calling me
In my dreams I hear them whistling far beyond the deep wide sea
The green, green wood by Clara hill is always on my mind
On the day that I left Millstreet I left my heart behind.
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the moon shines beautiful and bright
And countless little stars look down
And Johnny thinks of her tonight
Whilst she walks the streets of town.
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Here in Melbourne's Olympic Park now greyhound track
I sit in old stand and the years roll back
To fifty six when I was nine years old
And Delany here from Dublin won his gold.
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In the widely read newspaper 'The Melbourne Age'
His cartoons often on the business page
The cartoon king of the old Sherbrooke Shire
His story is a story to inspire.
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On their lunch hour Dean, Ernie and Darren along with Helen, Brett and Chris
Went across to Knoxfield Tavern decided to give lunch a miss
One hour's drinking became two hours and two hours drinking became three
And twenty pots and four hours later they were drunk as drunk can be.
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