Ruby Hunter

Poem By Francis Duggan

In Killarney in Victoria Ruby Hunter passed away
She was only fifty five years young to die as some would say
A legendary singer and Archie Roach's soul-mate
Australia's greatest Indigenous singing duo together they were great.

Survived by her beloved Archie and their sons Amos and Eban
'Tis sad to think that she died young her's not a long life span
A renowned member of the Ngarrindjerri Tribe she scaled the heights of fame
An Australian cultural icon and a legendary name.

Like Archie Roach one of Australia's stolen generation at a young age taken from her family
They met and fell in love when they were young and homeless and knew of poverty
She was a special person to her higher self quite true
And for the succcess she made of her life to her great credit is due.

'Tis sad to think together we'll never more hear them sing
But for each and everyone of us there is a final Spring
A marvellous Australian and a credit to her tribe and race
In the lives of her many friends and family there is none to take her place.

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