For I’ve His Blood In Me.

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‘Twas Irish blood that filled his veins,
this wretched man in iron chains;
a gnawing hunger deep within
had forced his hand to steal.
The man in wig, a magistrate,
then sealed the poor man’s im’nent fate,
he’d serve a term in New South Wales,
no chance to make appeal.
First Limerick, then County Cork
in cells devoid of friendly talk,
he could not bear the solitude,
it tore his soul apart.
Then came a morn one dreadful day,
they led the broken man away,
his native land he’d see no more,
all hope drained from his heart.
Those months at sea were really tough,
his frame had simply borne enough.
He only wished his soul to die,
to find true peace at last.
His spirit fought to help him live,
for surely life had more to give,
perhaps this land of servitude
would heal all errors past.
Assigned to serve ’round Richmond town,
he kept the count as years went down,
certificate of freedom earned
he cried with tears of joy.
A lass then came into his life,
he made that girl his darling wife.
She bore him children of his own,
the eldest was a boy.
Those early years though took their toll,
she buried him atop the knoll,
but knowing that he had a son,
roots of a fam’ly tree.
He’d carry her poor husband’s dream,
through generations it would seem,
til here today I stand quite proud,
for I’ve his blood in me


From the Book A Muster of Verse & Yarns



  1. Merv,

    There is great pain in these lines, and great joy too.

    What a way you have with words. The drawing caught my eye first.
    It had me cringing even before I read of the cruel punishment. I think
    when we were doing the broadcasts on Pal Talk, you mentioned that
    that there was a ‘poached’ pig in your history. If that is the case, the
    punishment seems more than a bit extreme, but I’m told when looking
    back, if you change one thing, it changes everything.

    Powerfully writ’, Mate.



  2. I’ve enjoyed over the years researching many of my family lines Sarah and find it quite interesting. Life for many of our Pioneer families was pretty tough and you certainly admire their spirit. Thanks for sharing.


  3. Merv,

    So good to read your writing.
    The people who came before us
    paid a price.
    There is a respect in remembering
    or thinking of them sometimes.

    Take care,


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