The Wild Home And Colonial Boy Poem by Douglas McClarty

At the age of eleven I was,
the Home and Colonial boy
I got ten bob a week
And a lovely green bike
To deliver their groceries
By day and by night
I delivered in snow,
hail, storms and rain
Even to the out backs
In the town of Coleraine
To Fernlester, the Heights
and the most of Calf lane
I was the colonial boy
without the fame.
Wild I might have been
I was just aged eleven
But I had this job from heaven
I got tea and broken biscuits
Almost every working day
I got tips and lemonade
And my weekly pay
I was the wild
Home and Colonial boy.