Duhallow Rover Poem by Francis Duggan

The wanderlust was in his blood he yearned for foreign places
And Australia appealed to him with it's wide open spaces
The outside World was calling him and he had dreams to follow
So he left his home by Allow banks near Kanturk in Duhallow.

He's been around the World since then the World of little pity
He lived in London for awhile then moved to New York City
And then he moved to Australia his roving days not over
And he is best known by nickname of the Duhallow Rover.

I last saw him in Spencer Street and foreign Lands still beckon
He'll now go to South Africa at least that's what he reckon
He boarded the train for Adelaide and that was last December
Can't say if we'll ever meet again but him I shall remember.

But who knows one day we yet may meet back home in old Duhallow
When he has seen all there's to see and no more dreams to follow
In Spring when Nature's in full bloom he'll return like the swallow
When birds sing in the green woodlands and flowers bloom by the Allow.