Patrick O'Reilly

Rookie (1988 / St John's, NL)

The Southside Of Town - Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

First day of June and the wind is cold
Blow away oh i a
And it’s lay down and die or go on the dole
Blow away oh i a
Hung around, hung around
As long as I could allow
In the morning I'll be bound
From the southside of town

First day of June, my cuff is tore
Blow away oh i a
And I can’t stay here anymore
Blow away oh i a
Fields of brown, fields of brown
And there’s rust on the plough
In the morning I’ll be bound
From the southside of town

Fare ye well, pale Mary
With the alders in your rocks
I'll be damned if I'm left stranded here
Crumbling with the docks
Stalk the ground, stalk the ground
And there’s not a thing around
The rain is coming down
On the southside of town

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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