Denis
Glover died on 9 August 1980 at the age of 68.
He was a famous New Zealand poet.
One of his best loved poems was The
Magpies. Hope you enjoy it
When Tom and Elizabeth took
the farm
The bracken made their bed,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
The bracken made their bed,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Tom’s hand was strong to the
plough
Elizabeth’s lips were red,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Elizabeth’s lips were red,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Year in year out they worked
While the pines grew overhead,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
While the pines grew overhead,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
But all the beautiful crops
soon went
To the mortgage-man instead,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
To the mortgage-man instead,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Elizabeth is dead now (it’s
years ago)
Old Tom went light in the head;
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Old Tom went light in the head;
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
The farm’s still there. Mortgage corporations
Couldn’t give it away.
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies say.
Couldn’t give it away.
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies say.
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