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Pudsy

I still recall our old cattle dog Pudsy
We got her from John Pat Riordan as an eight week old
A black and tan she was as tough as leather
She'd sleep out in the frost and not be cold.

A grand daughter of Jack our old brown war dog
And Pudsy too was one who loved a fight
She never lost a scrap she was too hairy
No other dog into her flesh could bite.

As a cattle dog than Pudsy there was better
Off of the cow's tail she always used to swing
And due to her some cows had their tails bloodied
And a bleeding tail is not a pleasant thing.

She was more of a fighting dog and hunter
And she often took a badger on alone
She had a heart to match her fighting courage
And as a fighting dog she became known.

Though hit by a car she lived to be an old dog
And despite her poor balance she got around
And she even was in dog fights in her old age
And i never see her once pinned to the ground.

I still recall our old cattle dog Pudsy
Though she died more than thirty years ago
She was as tough as leather and a fighter
And she even slept out in the frost and snow.

poem by Francis Duggan
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On The Day That Pudsy Died

A cold fog from the mountain stole across the countryside
And cloaked the fields in greyness on the day that Pudsy died
She had survived many life's battles and she did not die easily
Like her I too must go the way of time whenever that will be.

Our dark brown cattle dog Pudsy to us devoted to the end
All of our family grieved for her she was a family friend
We buried her by our old home beside the cypress tree
And despite the passing of the years she lives in my memory.

More of a hunting than a cattle dog for fox and badger she went to ground
And she was the best fighting dog for miles and miles around
When challenged by another dog Pudsy never backed away
Though she never did start a fight that much of her one can say.

I watched her fighting many times and never see her beat
she was the champion fighting dog on our side of Millstreet
As a watchdog or a guard dog on her one could not depend
For Pudsy did love people she was everybody's friend.

A hairy rugged outdoor dog she did not mind it wet and cold
She even slept out in the rain though time had left her old
As an outdoor dog she lived and died and of her I can say
That she enjoyed the outdoor sort of life in her own happy way.

A cold fog stole down from the hill and cloaked the fields in gray
On the day our dark brown cattle dog old Pudsy passed away
Until the moment that she died as our friend she did remain
And often times in my memory I hunt with her again.

poem by Francis Duggan
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In Old Claraghatlea When I Was A Young Boy

In old Claraghatlea when I was a young boy
Walks in the old fields I used to enjoy
And Summer evenings out hunting in Pomeroy's bog
With Pudsy our dark brown hairy cattle dog
The boy of the fifties is now looking gray
One might say he has known a far better day
But memories of the past in the memory remain
And in memory the past we re-visit again
Old Pudsy long gone she is in time's decay
In Mother earth's bosom forever she lay
And time ticks away and nothing seems to last
And in memory we only can go to the past
And in old Claraghatlea far north and far away
A boy with his dog is out hunting today.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A Winter Morning In Gippsland

The wattle wears her cloak of flowers so lovely bright and yellow
But in the paddocks there's no grass and for hay the cattle bellow
It has been frosty over night and the ground with frost is hoary
And the only beauty I can see is the wattle in her glory.

The farmer says too cold and dry as dry as he remember
The Spring will come in late this year and no grass in September
The hereford cow hunched with the cold and she as tough as leather
For two months it's been cold and dry we need a change of weather.

The trainer on the trotting track watch his trotters exercising
And near ten o clock the sun comes out and the temperature starts rising
And across the paddock's uneven ground the old farm tractor rattle
As the farmer brings big bale of hay to feed his hungry cattle.

A Winter morning in Gippsland and for hay the cattle bellow
And the wattle wears her cloak of flowers so lovely, bright and yellow
And the farmer says too cold and dry as dry as he remember
And we need a week or two of rain for grass growth in September.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Just Old Memories

On Clara's slopes in mid July i ate the whortleberry
And the splendid views i do recall towards the hills of East Kerry
The whortleberry small blue fruits that ripened on the heather
From late June until late July in changeable Summer weather.

With Pudsy our brown cattle dog where i went she did follow
The canine friend of my young years back there in old Duhallow
The family pets though decades dead we always do remember
Memories of them live on in us to our life's last December.

Just memories of what used to be though the past has gone forever
Though nostalgic links for many seem impossible to sever
In flights of fancy in the high wood at Claramore i hear the song birds singing
And the carolling lark above the hill up to the clouds is winging.

To climb Clara hill in June and July there was a special reason
The whortleberries ripe to eat their's is not a long Season
Just memories of what used to be when i was a young fellow
A wild one with the flush of youth but the years have left me mellow.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Old Joe The Black Cattle Dog

Old Joe the black cattle dog has known a better day
Around his jaws he is looking rather gray
He still works cattle but at a much slower pace
A young dog is being trained to take his place,
Old Joe a great cattle dog from a great working line
Is getting old for working cattle at nine
Though still keen to work nowadays he easily tire
The old legs tiring though he still has the desire
To work at cattle but his owner Jimmy say
That Joe is nearing his final working day
He will retire him he has done enough
At his age working cattle for him is too tough
He was a renowned working dog in his prime
But dog and master must bow to father time.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Fighting for America

“Fighting for America”

I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day. I hear the shooting of the guns. I see the bombs busting in air. I want to make a difference. I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day. I pretend not to be scared. I feel cold. I tough the coldness of the gun. I worry if I’ll live or die. I cry cause I don’t want to leave my family behind. I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day. I understand why we fight. I just say why. I dream of a perfect life. I try to make it true. I hope for a peaceful life. I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day.

John D Barton

poem by John D Barton
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Fight

You know some days I like me.
Some days I dont.
Some days I try with passion.
Sometimes I wont.
I might just hold my guard up,
And lock my heart up tight,
But its the door thats open,
Letting in the light.
Theres a battle raging
Inside of me.
Its a holy struggle,
And it wont let go of me.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
I used to sit and ponder
If Id be fine,
If jesus lived his own life,
And I lived mine.
But love is such a magnet,
It pulled me night and day,
Until my needy heart
Just couldnt stay away.
Life can drive you crazy,
Or just about.
But even when its most frustrating,
This kids not walking out.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
Sure its tough but I wont deny it,
No, no, no,
I dont want to waste my life hiding,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
Ive made up my mind now,
I dont want to lose out, (unguarded)
Beginning to see now,
What the fight is about, (unguarded heart)
I gotta stay open,
Keep defenses all down, (unguarded)
Dont want to be hiding,
When the love comes round.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
Sure its tough but I wont deny it,
No, no, no,
I dont want to waste my life hiding,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fight, now,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right, now.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I just cant stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
If I want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no...

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Cattle Call

(tex owens)
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - I - de - de
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Yod-el - od-el- lo - ti - de.
The cattle are prowlin the coyotes are howlin
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin, a cowboy is singin
This lonesome cattle call.
He rides in the sun til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Singin his cattle call.
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night winds blow up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call.
Hes brown as a berry from ridin the prairie
And he sings with an ol western drawl
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Singin his cattle call.

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cattle Call

Cattle Call
(sung by Elvis in concerts of the 1950s)
[In der mir vorliegenden Version summt er nur die Melodie.]
(Tex Owens)
The cattle are prowlin' and the coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin' a cowboy is singin'
This lonesome cattle call
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
He rides in the sun, till his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Singin' his cattle call.
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night wind blows up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie
And sings with an ol' western drawl
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Singin' his cattle call

song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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