The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime,
And galvanised the old bush church at Confirmation time;
And all the kids were mustered up from fifty miles around,
With Sunday clothes, and staring eyes, and ignorance profound.
Now was it fate, or was it grace, whereby they yarded too
An overgrown two-storey lad from Tangmalangaloo?
A hefty son of virgin soil, where nature has her fling,
And grows the trefoil three foot high and mats it in the spring;
Where mighty hills uplift their heads to pierce the welkins rim,
And trees sprout up a hundred feet before they shoot a limb;
There everything is big and grand, and men are giants too
But Christian Knowledge wilts, alas, at Tangmalangaloo.
The bishop summed the youngsters up, as bishops only can;
He cast a searching glance around, then fixed upon his man.
But glum and dumb and undismayed through every bout he sat;
He seemed to think that he was there, but wasnt sure of that.
The bishop gave ascornful look, as bishops sometimes do,
And glared right through the pagan in from Tangmalangaloo.
Come, tell me, boy, his lordship said in crushing tones severe,
Come, tell me why is Christmas Day the greatest of the year?
How is it that around the world we celebrate that day
And send a name upon a card to those whore far away?
Why is it wandering ones return with smiles and greetings, too?
A squall of knowledge hit the lad from Tangmalangaloo.
He gave a lurch which set a-shake the vases on the shelf,
He knocked the benches all askew, up-ending of himself.
And oh, how pleased his lordship was, and how he smiled to say,
Thats good, my boy. Come tell me now; and what is Christmas Day?
The ready answer bared a fact no bishop ever knew
Its the day before the races at Tangmalangaloo.
This two poem was included in the classic collection of verses about the Irish in Australia, Around the Boree Log. **
It was published in 1925 and the author was given as John O'Brien. In fact, he was Father Patrick Joseph Hartigan (1878 1952) who was born in Australia. Both of his parents were from Lisseycasey in County Clare.
**Boree (sometimes accented Cork/Kerry-style on the last syllable) is the aboriginal name for the Weeping Myall the best-burning firewood in Australia except for the Gidgee.
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