T’was forty years ago now,

since I left the land of ire.

Both hemispheres all of the

continents twenty houses

bought and sold, eternally

moving, a transient drifter

a vagabond and itinerant

and sure tis here I am back

again like a tinker in a van

with me antipodean woman

parked up in Bally de Hobo,

  I’ve done the fool circle.