Vol 3: Driftwood & Seawrack

Poems in Category: Driftwood & Seawrack

An unpublished collection written in 1926 – 1927.
W T Quirk’s dedication: “Dedicated to – my aunt, who first taught me the delight of music.”

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A Wedding

Oh, Freddie on the fiddle
And I on the piano
With others in the middle
A-drinking champiano.
We’ll make the ...

Cobbler Cain

(Apologies to Coleridge)

AT Kerrowhdhoo did Cobbler Cain
A splendid pleasure ground decree,
Where Ballacottier’s river ran
Through valleys beautiful ...

Eleven Days

ELEVEN days from now I’ll be
From homestead putting out to sea,
And as the vessel shapes her course
What ...

Iowemma: Canto I

AT the head of Douglas harbour
Stands the Douglas Railway Station
In its late-Victorian splendour,
Red of brick, with iron ...

Iowemma: Canto III

NOW a word about the stations,
Little wayside country stations;
Some with platforms, some without them;
Some with buildings, some ...


TO Peel to-day
Not the O.K.
But in the car
Of Alan Parr.
A number went
With the intent
Of ...


My father said “Why don’t you write
“A poem that I can recite
In the schoolroom next Thursday night
When ...


Now Sundays are of all days set apart
For strolling on the promenade in twos;
Each loving swain is hooked ...

The Blacksmith

Below my bedroom window in the Corporation Yard
A blacksmith blows his bellows and works there very hard.
He hammers ...

The Removal

(With apologies to Wm. Cowper)

Oh that my lips had language! Life has passed
With me from down town to ...

The Scene Lad

(The Sixteenth of the Black Hold Ballads)
(With apologies to Sir Walter Scott)

AH! Lovely Gus, thine hour with us...