Ballad of Billy McGee
never had a chance
With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee
a boy that promised never to be;
a rep that’s scarred and scratched,
for sure his name’s mismatched
as darker skin ya’ever did see
on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee.
A red haired aboriginal boy
matches were only a toy
and he was caught red handed
and always branded
the troublesome fire starter.
Poor boy had no farda
he was stolen in a generation;
trouble, his one destination
for any of his wild-sown seed.
Never had a chance, this Billy McGee.
This is ballad-like in feel but not a full blown one. Perhaps one day I would venture putting together some of the material that has gathered over the years and shape them into a traditional ballad. Written a while back and featured on an older blog. Given a fresh leash to be enjoyed by those so disposed.
