Here you will find the Poem Marri'd of poet Dame Mary Gilmore
IT?S singin? in an? out, An? feelin? full of grace; Here ?n? there, up an? down, An? round about th? place. It?s rollin? up your sleeves, An? whit?nin? up the hearth, An? scrubbin? out th? floors, An? sweepin? down th? path; It?s bakin? tarts an? pies, An? shinin? up th? knives; An? feelin? ?s if some days Was worth a thousand lives. It?s watchin? out th? door, An? watchin? by th? gate; An? watchin? down th? road, An? wonderin? why he?s late; An? feelin? anxious-like, For fear there?s something wrong; An? wonderin? why he?s kep?, An? why he takes so long. It?s comin? back inside An? sittin? down a spell, To sort of make believe You?re thinkin? things is well. It?s gettin? up again An? wand?rin? in an? out; An? feelin? wistful-like, Not knowin? what about; An? flushin? all at once, An? smilin? just so sweet, An? feelin? real proud The place is fresh an? neat. An? feelin? awful glad Like them that watch?d Silo?m; An? everything because A man is comin? Home!