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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374680" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What should I be but a prophet and a liar,<br>Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?<br>Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,<br>What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog,<br>That was got beneath a furze-bush and born in a bog?<br>And what should be my singing, that was christened at an altar,<br>But Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe,<br>As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby,<br>You will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebb<br>As flashes in the meshes of a mer-mother's web,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there comes to birth no common spawn<br>From the love a a priest for a leprechaun,<br>And you never have seen and you never will see<br>Such things as the things that swaddled me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After all's said and after all's done,<br>What should I be but a harlot and a nun?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In through the bushes, on any foggy day,<br>My Da would come a-swishing of the drops away,<br>With a prayer for my death and a groan for my birth,<br>A-mumbling of his beads for all that he was worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there'd sit my Ma, with her knees beneath her chin,<br>A-looking in his face and a-drinking of it in,<br>And a-marking in the moss some funny little saying<br>That would mean just the opposite of all that he was praying!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He taught me the holy-talk of Vesper and of Matin,<br>He heard me my Greek and he heard me my Latin,<br>He blessed me and crossed me to keep my soul from evil,<br>And we watched him out of sight, and we conjured up the devil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the things I haven't seen and the things I haven't known,<br>What with hedges and ditches till after I was grown,<br>And yanked both way by my mother and my father,<br>With a &quot;Which would you better?&quot; and a &quot; Which would you<br>rather?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With him for a sire and her for a dam,<br>What should I be but just what I am?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a><div class=q>
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Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter?

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