Author: Dame Mary Gilmore

Deep in the meadow grass Easy stand the cattle, Lightly lock the young bulls In a mimic battle, Pride gathers […]

IT’S singin’ in an’ out, An’ feelin’ full of grace; Here ‘n’ there, up an’ down, An’ round about th’ […]

O, singer in brown! O, bird o’ th’ morn! O, heart of delight In th’ deep o’ th’ thorn! Glad […]

I have grown past hate and bitterness, I see the world as one; But though I can no longer hate, […]

Though leaves have fallen long since, The wagtails flirt and flit, Glad in the morning sun; While, on the knotted […]

I span and Eve span A thread to bind the heart of man; But the heart of man was a […]

Sons of the mountains of Scotland, Welshmen of coomb and defile, Breed of the moors of England, Children of Erin’s […]

IT’S gettin’ bits o’ posies, ‘N’ feelin’ mighty good; A-thrillin’ ’cause she loves you, An’ wond’rin’ why she should; An’ […]