Poetry

  • Come, Sing Australian Songs to Me!

    COME, Little One, and sing to me A song our big wide land to bless,…

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  • Could I Hear the Kookaburras Once Again

    MAY a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over? May a dreamer in…

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  • Making Home

    NO, you don’t quite get the meaning when the fun is at its height With…

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  • Honeymooning from the Country

    TO the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city’s day Come the happy…

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  • Said the White-Haired Priest

    SAID the white-haired priest, “So the boy has come, And the old, old dreams are…

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  • Wisha, What is the Matter With Jim?

    “WISHA, what is the matter with Jim, I dunno? Is he right in the mind…

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  • The Wiree’s Song

    THE wiree sang that Christmas Day, A rippling, limpid, liquid lay In clump and cover…

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  • Tell Me, What’s a Girl to Do?

    TELL me, what’s a girl to do When the gossoons court and cozen? Some have…

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  • A Stranger in the Church

    ‘TWAS Callagan who jerked the thumb – A mute, interrogating thumb – That set the…

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  • Moryah

    “WISHA, where is he goin’ to now With the hat on the back of the…

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  • Laughing Mary

    WITH cheeks that paled the rosy morn She bounded o’er the heather, And romped with…

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  • Ownerless

    HE comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming And limelights are trained on…

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  • The Parting Rosary

    THEY have brought the news, my darlin’, that I’ve waited for so long. Faith, ’twas…

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  • When Old Man Carey Died

    A night of wind and driving rain, No light on land or sky- The sharp…

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  • The Careys

    THEIR new house stood just off the road. A fine big brick two-storey, All gabled,…

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  • St. Patrick’s Day

    ‘TIS the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when…

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  • At Casey’s After Mass

    THERE’S a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west, Through the tall, white,…

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  • The Altar-Boy

    NOW McEvoy was altar-boy As long as I remember; He was, bedad, a crabbéd lad,…

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  • Tangmalangaloo

    THE bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime, And galvanized the old bush…

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  • The Presbyt’ry Dog

    NOW of all the old sinners in mischief immersed, From the ages of Gog and…

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