Man Clancy_Down Under Poem by Chris Lane

There was a man from kinsale
Who wished never to sail,
'Till one day - starvation ravaged his lands
With this he threw up his hands.

Sceach by his side on an ocean wide.
Granuawale, cut freely
The three mast schooner
The wind blew her sooner
By the shores of Botany Bay.

There he met Nancy,
She stole his fancy,
Her eyes were a sea blue green,
With hair like fire,
No furze bush was brighter
Than this beautiful Colleen.


'Be Jesus' said Clancy,
“She’s sweeter than even Poteen”
At the end of each day,
'God help us' he’d say
Remembering, Skibbereen.

© Calac.