My Curate’s Motor Bike (John O Brien Poems)
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell for Mass is flingin'Gladsome golden notes appealin' on the Sabbath-softened ...
No, you don't quite get the meaning when the fun is at its heightWith the neighbours at the breakfast, and ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime,And galvanized the old bush church at Confirmation time;And all the ...
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