Attica Poem by Francis Duggan

Her father Dutch, her mother English and her given name is Greek
But you recognize her accent the moment that she speak
And though her family tree grows elsewhere far from the southern sea
Fair Attica's an Aussie as Aussie as can be.

Where the music floats into the night across the Melbourne skies
On friday evening at Bridie O Reilly's with her mates she socialize
Till the small hours of saturday they laugh their cares away
After the stress of the working week there must be time for play.

She has a big soul Attica and her heart's in the right place
And she's a multicultural Aussie all cultures she embrace
For peace and love and harmony she surely makes a case
And she's a credit to her family and a credit to her race.

She has been through depression when her moods were sad and black
But she overcame her melancholia and she came bouncing back
There was a time when Attica would not go out on the town
But there is such truth in the words can't keep a good one down.

Blond haired and in her thirties she would help you if she could
And in the woman Attica there is so much warmth and good
So likeable and down to earth her heart's in the right place
And she's a credit to her family and a credit to her race.