The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime,
And galvanized the old bush church at Confirmation time;
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He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming,
And lime-lights are trained on the tops of the gums,
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Through the hush of my heart in the spell of its dreaming
Comes the song of a bush boy glad-hearted and free;
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On the Sunday morning mustered,
Yarning at our ease;
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Faith, and little Miss McCroddie was the tidy little body,
Just as trim and prim and handy as you'd ever wish to see
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Times I think I'm not the man-
Must be some mistake.
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"Wisha, what is the matter with Jim, I dunno?
Is he right in the mind for this last week or so?
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'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection
On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without alloy,
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"The flowers have no scent, and the birds have no song,”
We read in the lesson before us,
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The rambling road to Danahey's it goes by hill and plain,
It wanders in among the trees and wanders out again.
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Sing me a song with the ring of truth in it,
Sing me a song with the freshness of youth in it.
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When the circus came to town
With its coaches and four, and its steeds galore,
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We meet him first in frills immersed,
By everyone caressed and nursed,
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A simple thing of knotted pine
And corrugated tin;
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When that hour comes when I shall sit alone,
And ponder on the things that were, but are no more,
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Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-
That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is dead-
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The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came;
She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the same
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That Norah O'Neill is a sthreel,*
And I’m talking the way that I feel,
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Their new house stood just off the road.
A fine big brick two-storey,
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A night of wind and driving rain,
No light on land or sky-
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They have brought the news, my darlin', that I've waited for so long.
Faith, 'twas little news they brought me; every story, every song
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With cheeks that paled the rosy morn
She bounded o'er the heather,
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“Wisha, where is he goin' to now
With the hat on the back of the poll.
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'Twas Callagan who jerked the thumb-
A mute, interrogating thumb-
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Tell me, what's a girl to do
When the gossoons court and cozen?
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The wiree sang that Christmas Day,
A rippling, limpid, liquid lay
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Said the white-haired priest, "So the boy has come,
And the old, old dreams are o'er you
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To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's day
Come the happy honeymooners from the country far away,
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No, you don't quite get the meaning when the fun is at its height
With the neighbours at the breakfast, and the world is warm and bright;
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Come, Little One, and sing to me
A song our big wide land to bless,
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