The Southern Cross Rose Poem by Francis Duggan

I have not laid eyes on her for many a day
And where she is now I do not know for to say
Dark wavy hair and eyes blue as ripe Autumn sloes
A young Moyne Shire beauty The Southern Cross Rose
The leaves on the deciduous trees were turning brown
When she left the countryside near Koroit Town
At Warrnambool Station she boarded the Melbourne train
At Southern Cross one who did not remain
A young Koroit fellow of twenty two years
At memories of her often reduced to tears
Since he knows that he may never see her again
A photo of her is all he has to retain
Time is the great healer one has to suppose
Though he will always Remember The Southern Cross Rose.