The Shearer From Port Fairy Poem by Francis Duggan

He is from the place where the Moyne waters flow
The home of the black wallaby and the pale eyed crow
From the countryside of Port Fairy on the Pacific shore
He is sweating for his livelihood from the Moyne Shire five hundred kilometers or more
In the shearing sheds of central New South Wales the shearer supreme
Far north of Port Fairy one held in high esteem
Among those who know of shearers and shearing he is one who is known
In the views of many as a shearer in a class of his own
The shearer who has inspired the writers of story and rhyme
To write of him is on the right side of time
He does not have children or he does not have a wife
But at twenty five years in his physical prime he is enjoying life
As he is one never short of female company
The shearer from Port Fairy by the Pacific sea.