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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O’Grady’s Little Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her hair was dark and curly, floatin’ to the saddle bow,<br>Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was sweet and low;<br>When I was one-and-twenty, sure my heart was in a whirl,<br>Ridin’ neath the blossomed gum-trees with O’Grady’s little girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ah! The dear grey eyes of her all truth and purity<br>What a beacon-light to goodness, such a colleen’s eyes can be!<br>The blazed a track to Heaven for me an’ it struck me like a blow<br>When O’Grady left the township, just twenty years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In those years I’ve grown and prospered-sure the township’s half me own-<br>But my heart’s been empty-aching-since she left me all alone.<br>Now we’ve got a “Back-to-She-Oak’ week, celebratin’ royally,<br>And Nora’s coming home again, to join the revelry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll know her by here wild-rose face, her floatin’ curling hair,<br>By the neat black skirt and frilly blouse she always loved to wear,<br>I’ve never looked at wimmin since, but at the township ball<br>I’ll tell her all my faithful love-my hopes, and dreams and all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! the band is playing gaily, but alone I sit apart,<br>Watching all the merry dancers, with a sore and aching heart;<br>Gaily old friends greet each other, but my head is in a whirl,<br>As I watcher her twirling past me-Dan O’Grady’s little girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s grown stout-she’s got a shingle-and her skirt’s just on her knee<br>Sure the girl that I remember’s not the girl she used to be,<br>And the merry lilting music ringing out into the night,<br>Seems to mock my dying fancies and my dream of lost delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the band is playing softly-‘tis the waltz we used to know,<br>And I’ll have to ask her for it, for the sake of long ago,<br>But ah! The dear grey eyes of her, uplifted now to me,<br>And the unchanged heart beneath them, full of truth and purity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Tis a woman’s heart that matters, fashions come and fashions go,<br>And what signifies a shingle, for a shingle sure can grow,<br>All my lonely years are over, I’m as happy as an earl,<br>Looking forward to the future with O’Grady’s little girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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