A Young Man of the Bands

With sincerest apologies to Padraic Collum, who will rise out of his grave and kill me if he can stop spinning.

O, to have a little beam!
And rotator to turn it round!
The crank up tower to hold it up,
And make the DX louder sound!

To have an amp that runs a K,
And lets me make big contest runs!
A dresser filled with QSLs,
From Europe, and the rarest ones!

I could be busy all the day,
Working DX on the noise floor,
And sending morse to radio hams,
In lands I've never worked before!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the rig and by myself,
Sure of DX and loth to leave
The rotator and amp and PC shelf!

Och! but I'm weary of wire dipoles,
And never an afternoon US rush,
And tired I am of search and pounce,
And the QRN and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little beam - a beam of my own -
Up in the wind's and the rain's way.


14 March 2005