John O'Brien

[Monsignor Patrick Joseph Hartigan] (13 October 1878 - 27 December 1952 / Australia)

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Monsignor Patrick Joseph Hartigan was an Australian Roman Catholic priest, educator, author and poet.

Biography

He was born at Yass, New South Wales and ordained after study at St Patrick's Seminary, Manly. Writing under the pseudonym "John O'Brien" Hartigan's verse celebrated the lives and mores of the outback pastoral folk he ministered as a peripatetic curate to the southern New South Wales and Riverina towns of Thurgoona, Berrigan and Narrandera, in the first two decades of the 20th century. His poetry was very popular in Australia and was well received in Ireland and the United States.

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  • Rookie - 21 Points Garry Sharp (11/14/2013 1:00:00 AM)

    Lorna, 'Aussie English' was not by this John O'Brien. This John O'Brien was the pen name adopted by Fr Patrick J Hartigan, a Catholic Priest based around Albury, NSW then Narrandera. In 1911 he was called to a hut near Khancoban to give the last rites to Jack Riley, the man on whom Banjo Paterson based his 'Man From Snowy River'! The author of the book to which you referred wrote under the pen-name on Niño Collutta (?)

  • Rookie Lorna Wollaston (3/21/2008 4:10:00 PM)

    When I had the pleasure of visiting Melbourne for 3 months in 1969, I came across a book called 'Aussie English' by our John O'Brien. I copied 'Bloody' directly out of the book but the version you have here differs somewhat. I never could get a copy of the book as I had to come home to the U.S. By the way, I love it!

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Best Poem of John O'Brien

The Old Bush School

'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;
With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about its ears,
And the cow-bell in the gum-tree, and the bucket on the stool,
There's a motley host of memories round that old bush school--

With its seedy desks and benches, where at least I left a name
Carved in agricultural letters--'twas my only bid for fame;
And the spider-haunted ceilings, and the rafters, firmly set,
Lined with darts of nibs and paper (doubtless sticking in them yet),
And the greasy slates and blackboards, where I oft was ...

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