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Peewees
Where ever you travel to in Australia you will see the magpie larks
In quiet rural paddocks or in suburban parks
And you only have to hear them once to know their voices again
For long after you have heard them their songs with you remain.
They build a cup shaped nest of mud on fork or branch of tree
And all day long you hear them sing peewee, peewee, peewee
And more thoroughbred Australian than them you will not find
And amongst the best known members of the wild born feathered kind.
A compact black and white bird slightly smaller than an average sized crow
And a sedentary sort of lifestyle is the only life they know
From the place where they were born in they don't move far away
And in familiar surroundings they seem to like to stay.
Known as magpie lark or mud lark or by some as peewee
And in most parts of Australia their kind of bird you see
They leave you get quite close to them before they take to flight
And in the town park and the countryside they are a familiar sight.
Francis Duggan
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Peg Coleman
She was mother of Billy and John Coleman two Millstreet sportsmen of sporting renown
And wife of Paddy of the Coleman Brothers reputable business men of Millstreet Town
A family woman devoted to her husband and children in life her friends in numbers they did grow
Peg Coleman will be missed by all who knew her and by her many friends in Minor Row,
She lived to be a good age in her nineties in nine decades there's many a night and day
Amongst the dead of Millstreet Town and Parish Peg Coleman now at peace forever lay
A good person she deserves to be remembered memories of her will outlive this simple rhyme
When I was a boy she was a mature woman and that is going back many years in time
Most of the adults of my childhood are now deceased and our biological clocks on our lives tick away
It would be great if we could live forever but for all of us a final night and day
Yes it would be nice if we could live forever but only Nature lives forever more
Peg Coleman she did live to be a great age for a decade of years at least with four score
To live that long in itself an achievement but she did live quite a successful life
A good mother to her sons John and Billy and to Paddy Coleman a devoted wife.
Francis Duggan
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Peg Looney
Peg Looney to many was a role model
Of her paraplegic husband Den she took good care
She often pushed him to the shops in Millstreet
And pushed him home again on his wheelchair.
And when Den passed on back in the late fifties
She helped their daughters raise their families
She was a caring and kindhearted woman
And of her I hold such good memories.
I retain mental pictures of Peg Looney
Her gray hair combed up was tied in a bun
And she was admired and as well was respected
And in Claraghatlea was loved by everyone.
In her twilight years Peg Looney was forgetful
And her memory did not seem good at all
But her lovely smile to the end remained with her
Though familiar faces she could not recall.
People like her seem to live on forever
When they pass on good memories of them stay
I still fancy I see her clipping the hedgerow by her cottage
In the bright sunshine of a Summer's day.
Peg Looney to many was a role model
And good memories of her with us will remain
the World was better for her living in it
And Millstreet's loss was surely Heaven's gain.
Francis Duggan
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Peggy O Deere
Sad am I so sad to hear
About the death of Mary O's daughter Peggy O Deere
From her old Hometown many miles away
Her remains in Dublin lay.
I knew her since I was a Primary school going boy
She was five or six years older than I
She was one I used to meet
On the road west of Millstreet.
Cycling to and from the Millstreet convent years ago
She always smiled and said hello,
Always in a happy mood
Never knew her to be sour or rude.
A beautiful teenager with shoulder length dark hair
Always happy and free of care
In my memory she did not age or gray
And I still see her as young today
In Claraghatlea by Clara hill
Memories of her living still
Always smiling and free of care
And people like her far too rare.
Sad am I so sad to hear
Of the death of Peggy O Deere
The lovely girl I used to know
In my school days years ago.
Francis Duggan
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