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AROUND THE BOREE LOG Oh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind 1 and rain,....
CALLING TO ME Through the hush of my heart in the spell of its 4 dreaming....
THE LITTLE IRISH MOTHER Have you seen the tidy cottage in the straggling, 6 dusty street,....
ONE BY ONE With trust in God and her good man.... 10
TEN LITTLE STEPS AND STAIRS There were ten little Steps and Stairs,.... 12
THE TRIMMIN'S ON THE ROSARY Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is 14 turning gray,....
THE BIRDS WILL SING AGAIN She saw The Helper standing near.... 21
THE OLD BUSH SCHOOL 'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs 23 to other years;....
THE LIBEL "The flowers have no scent, and the birds have no 31 song,"....
WHEN THE CIRCUS CAME TO TOWN When the circus came to town.... 33
HIS FATHER We meet him first in frills immersed,.... 36
THE KOOKABURRAS Fall the shadows on the gullies, fades the purple 41 from the mountain;....
PETER NELSON'S FIDDLE Do you ever dream you hear it, you who went the 43 lonely track?....
THE CHURCH UPON THE HILL A simple thing of knotted pine.... 46
CURRAJONG Old Father Pat! They'll tell you still with 49 mingled love and pride....
THE HELPING HAND When that hour comes when I shall sit alone,.... 54
JOSEPHINE The presbytery has gone to pot since this 64 house-keeper came;....
THE OLD MASS SHANDRYDAN I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty 70 years,....
PITCHIN' AT THE CHURCH On the Sunday morning mustered,.... 78
SAID HANRAHAN "We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,.... 80
THE TIDY LITTLE BODY Faith, and little Miss McCroddie was the tidy 84 little body,....
THE PILLAR OF THE CHURCH Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell 86 for Mass is flingin'....
TEDDO WELLS, DECEASED Times I think I'm not the man--.... 92
NORAH O'NEILL That Norah O'Neill is a sthreel,.... 96
THE PRESBYT'RY DOG Now of all the old sinners in mischief 98 immersed,....
TANGMALANGALOO The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap 100 sublime,....
THE ALTAR-BOY Now McEvoy was altar-boy.... 103
AT CASEY'S AFTER MASS There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track 105 turns towards the west,....
ST. PATRICK'S DAY 'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through 112 all my retrospection....
THE CAREYS Their new house stood just off the road,.... 119
WHEN OLD MAN CAREY DIED A night of wind and driving rain,.... 125
THE PARTING ROSARY They have brought the news, my darlin', that I've 128 waited for so long....
OWNERLESS He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the 134 gloaming....
LAUGHING MARY With cheeks that paled the rosy morn.... 137
MORYAH "Wisha, where is he goin' to now.... 139
A STRANGER IN THE CHURCH 'Twas Callagan who jerked the thumb--.... 141
TELL ME, WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO? Tell me, what's a girl to do.... 143
THE WIREE'S SONG The Wiree sang that Christmas Day,.... 145
WISHA, WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH JIM? "Wisha, what is the matter with Jim, I dunno?.... 147
SAID THE WHITE-HAIRED PRIEST Said the white-haired priest, "So the boy has 149 come,....
HONEYMOONING FROM THE COUNTRY To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring 152 city's day....
MAKING HOME No, you don't quite get the meaning when the fun 156 is at its height....
COULD I HEAR THE KOOKABURRAS ONCE AGAIN May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is 162 over?....
COME, SING AUSTRALIAN SONGS TO ME! Come, Little One, and sing to me.... 165
AROUND THE BOREE LOG
Oh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain, And let the doves of fancy loose to bill and coo again. I want to feel the pulse of love that warmed the blood like wine; I want to see the smile above this kind old land of mine.
So come you by your parted ways that wind the wide world through, And make a ring around the blaze the way we used to do; The "fountain" on the sooted crane will sing the old, old song Of common joys in homely vein forgotten, ah, too long.
Now someone driving through the rain will happen in, I bet; So fill the fountain up again, and leave the table set. For this was ours with pride to say--and all the world defy-- No stranger ever turned away, no neighbour passed us by.
Bedad, he'll have to stay the night; the rain is going to pour-- So make the rattling windows tight, and close the kitchen door, And bring the old lopsided chair, the tattered cushion, too-- We'll make the stranger happy there, the way we used to do.
He'll fill his pipe, and good and well, and all aglow within We'll hear the news he has to tell, the yarns he has to spin; Yarns--yes, and super-yarns, forsooth, to set the eyes agog, And freeze the blood of trusting youth around the boree log.
Then stir it up and make it burn; the poker's next to you; Come, let us poke it all in turn, the way we used to do. There's many a memory bright and fair will tingle at a name-- But leave unstirred the embers there we cannot fan to flame.
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