The Old Ring-Master
Henry Lawson, 1906
Editor's note: This poem is part of a story by Henry Lawson, "Graveside and Gayside Memories".
So "Here we are again!" you'll say
"The rhyming clown of Sorrow;
And where shall you be yesterday,
And how are you tomorrow?"
Oh! I am not the only clown
That played with care a double,
And, empty tent, or curtain down
Has bowed his head in trouble.
There's many a grin that pencils fix,
And line that paste keeps shady,
And many a tear has streaked the cheeks
Of clown and painted lady.
But 'twas with me since long away
Each new year seemed the herald
Of some friend's death and I could say
"God bless you Dan Fitzgerald".