P F COLLINS
also known as 'Percy the Poet'

Percy Brookfield

Lament from shore to shore,
For Brookfield who's no more;
His honest life is over,
He's lying cold and dead.
A sterling man was he,
With me you will agree;
He helped men to be free,
Throughout the world wide.

He gave the wowsers fits,
He hated hypocrites,
And men who worked in pits
His heart was brave and pure
Of that we're very sure,
He helped to feed the poor
When faced with poverty.

At Riverton we know
A madman laid him low,
And as years come and go
He will not be forgotten.
The bravest ever trod,
Beloved by man and God,
And now beneath the sod
'til Michael's trumpet sounds.

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