Poetry

  • Norah O’Neill

    THAT Norah O’Neill is a sthreel, (1) And I’m talking the way that I feel,…

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  • Teddo Wells, Deceased

    TIMES I think I’m not the man- Must be some mistake. Me among the also…

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  • The Pillar of the Church

    FAITH, ’tis good to see him comin’ when the bell for Mass is flingin’ Gladsome…

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  • The Tidy Little Body

    FAITH, and little Miss McCroddie was the tidy little body, Just as trim and prim…

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  • Said Hanrahan

    “WE’LL all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, In accents most forlorn, Outside the church, ere Mass…

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  • Pitchin’ at the Church

    ON the Sunday morning mustered, Yarning at our ease; Buggies, traps and jinkers clustered Underneath…

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  • The Old Mass Shandrydan

    I can see it in my dreaming o’er a gap of thirty years, And the…

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  • Josephine

    THE presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came; She’s up-to-date and stylish; but…

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  • Vale, Father Pat

    YES, that’s the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head- That telegram that brought…

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  • The Helping Hand

    WHEN that hour comes when I shall sit alone, And ponder on the things that…

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  • Currajong

    OLD Father Pat! They’ll tell you still with mingled love and pride Of stirring deeds…

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  • The Church Upon the Hill

    A simple thing of knotted pine And corrugated tin; But still, to those who read,…

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  • Peter Nelson’s Fiddle

    DO you ever dream you hear it, you who went the lonely track? Do you…

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  • The Kookaburras

    FALL the shadows on the gullies, fades the purple from the mountain; And the day…

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  • His Father

    WE meet him first in frills immersed, By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!…

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  • When the Circus Came to Town

    WHEN the circus came to town With its coaches and four, and its steeds galore, And…

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  • The Libel

    “THE flowers have no scent, and the birds have no song,” We read in the…

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  • Six Brown Boxer Hats

    THE hawker with his tilted cart pulled up beside the fence, And opened out his…

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  • The Old Bush School

    ‘TIS a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years; With the dog-leg fence…

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  • The Birds Will Sing Again

    SHE saw The Helper standing near When grief and care oppressed; “A Great, Big God,”…

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