Dame Mary Gilmore

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Dame Mary Jean Gilmore (née Cameron) was an Australian writer and journalist known for her prolific contributions to Australian literature and the broader national discourse. She wrote both prose and poetry. Gilmore was born in rural New South Wales, and spent her childhood in and around the Riveri…






IT’S singin’ in an’ out,
 An’ feelin’ full of grace;
Here ’n’ there, up an’ down,
 An’ round about th’ place.
 
It’s rollin’ up your sleeves,
 An’ whit’nin’ up the hearth,
An’ scrubbin’ out th’ floors,
 An’ sweepin’ down th’ path;
 
It’s bakin’ tarts an’ pies,
 An’ shinin’ up th’ knives;
An’ feelin’ ’s if some days
 Was worth a thousand lives.
 
It’s watchin’ out th’ door,
 An’ watchin’ by th’ gate;
An’ watchin’ down th’ road,
 An’ wonderin’ why he’s late;
 
An’ feelin’ anxious-like,
 For fear there’s something wrong;
An’ wonderin’ why he’s kep’,
 An’ why he takes so long.
 
It’s comin’ back inside
 An’ sittin’ down a spell,
To sort of make believe
 You’re thinkin’ things is well.
 
It’s gettin’ up again
 An’ wand’rin’ in an’ out;
An’ feelin’ wistful-like,
 Not knowin’ what about;
 
An’ flushin’ all at once,
 An’ smilin’ just so sweet,
An’ feelin’ real proud
 The place is fresh an’ neat.
 
An’ feelin’ awful glad
 Like them that watch’d Silo’m;
An’ everything because
 A man is comin’ Home!

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