SISTER MARY O'LOUGHLIN

Convent of Mercy
South Australia

COLLECTED MATERIAL



Transportation song learnt from her mother.

The Girls Of The Shamrock Shore

It being in the Spring when the small birds sing
And the lambs do sport and play
I entered as a passenger, to New South Wales sailed o'er;
And I'll bid farewell to all that dwell
And the girls of the shamrock shore.

The ship that bore us from the land,
The Speedwell was her name,
For full five months and upwards boys,
We ploughed the foaming main,
Neither land nor harbour could we see,
Or the girls of the shamrock shore

On the fifteenth of September, boys,
We soon did make the land,
At four o'clock we went on shore
All chained hand to hand,
My sentence is for fourteen years
Farewell to the shamrock shore.


Song about an early South Australian politician and relative in the 19thcentury

O'Loughlin

O'Loughlin is a citizen of credit and renown
A northern farmer too is he, two hundred miles from town,
'Tis very many years ago since he went up north,
To kangaroo and emu, to unfenced lands and droughts.

He ploughed the grounds with bullocks, and single furrow plough,
No drills or ploughs with seats on, as we are using now.

He boiled his billy by the fire, baked damper on the coals,
He rolled him in his bluey, when nights were bitter cold

He had no wife to cheer him, to darn his socks or scold,
To wash or mend his trousers, when they were getting old.

And when his wheat was garnered, and ready for the mill,
He had fifty miles to cart it, over heavy road and hill.

Twas “gee off Dobbin, come 'ere Redney.”, loud his whip would crack,
As he rolled his heavy wagon, along the dusty track

As he battled bravely through it, with his hard and honest hands,
Till he gained a seat in parliament, as Commissioner of Crown lands

Then let us sing, “Long live the King, and O'Loughlin, long live him,
And when his work on earth is done, his rest in Heaven be.”




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