Francis Duggan Poems

I'm one of those blokes who with words likes to play
And i do pen a few doggerels every day
But i no longer do dream of literary renown
I left my dreams back there near old Millstreet Town.
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If the prime minister or the monarch were in town today
For to see them i would not go out of my way
And for to go to watch them I'd have to get paid
But without me of course there would be a parade.
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The landscape at most times it looks gray to brown
North, south, east and west of the old country town
And the cry of the fox hunting on the dark hill
Can be heard through the night when the breezes blow chill
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It cannot be never that the best people are dead
For they are now history their last words are said
So many great people are born today
And life it goes on it's always been this way,
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At their feis they have music and dancing on Laitiarain Day
In the Village of Cullen from here far away
From all over Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra and for miles around
The lovers of culture in Cullen are found.
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The odds were against him but he beat the odds
The one who was born of the lesser gods
From humble beginnings he climbed to renown
Like they say you cannot keep a good one down,
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In fancy the sweet scent of hay in July
Comes to me from the meadows of old Lisnaboy
And grasshoppers chirp in the fields all the day
Fond memories of boyhood do not fade away.
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Who am i for to judge another though judge some i will and i can
If in my books they don't seem worthy since i am a judgemental man
They don't go with my way of thinking and on them my views i will express
Though my words they may well go un-noticed i will have my say none the less
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He often talks about the Coorong the Coorong from here far away
And the quiet coastal Town of Meningie where in the park as a boy he did play
Football with his young friends back in the eighties he does wonder now where are they
They too like him are getting older the years have left them looking gray.
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She does think i am rather boring and as much to me she does say
You insult the craft of the wordsmith by penning doggerel every day
Her truth to me it did seem bitter as she spoke it with so little ruth
But at least she is forthright and honest and to me she does tell the truth.
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