The Young Cullen Beauty Poem by Francis Duggan

Her eyes are as blue as a November sloe
And her shoulder length wavy hair as dark as the wing of a crow
And beauty goes with her to wherever she go
The girl from the place where the Araglen flow

In her early twenties and close to her life's prime
One can say she is on the right side of time
Far south of Cullen where she went to Primary school
She feels happy in the City of Warrnambool

A dark haired handsome young Aussie has come into her life
And to him she surely will make a good wife
And though her accent tell of one from a place far away
She loves her young Warrnambool man and with him she will stay

In North Cork in Cullen in the Barony of Duhallow
She first saw light of day and into a young woman did grow
But the lust of the wander has brought her far south
Of Araglen the old waterway of the brown river trout

The young Cullen beauty has turned twenty three
In love and quite happy and of any cares free
She will marry her young Aussie man in the Fall
And she does not miss her first home-place at all.