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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Teddy O'Neale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've come to the cabin he danced his wild jigs in, <br>As neat a mud palace as ever was seen; <br>And considering it served to keep poultry and pigs in, <br>I'm sure it was always most elegant clean. <br>But now all about it seems lonely and dreary, <br>All sad and all silent, no piper, no reel; <br>Not even the sun, through the casement, is cheery, <br>Since I miss the dear, darling boy, Teddy O'Neale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamt but last night--oh! bad luck to my dreaming, <br>I'd die if I thought 'twould come truly to pass,-- <br>But I dreamt, while the tears down my pillow were streaming, <br>That Teddy was courting another fair lass. <br>Oh! didn't I wake with a weeping and wailing,-- <br>The grief of that thought was too deep to conceal; <br>My mother cried--'Norah, child, what is your ailing?' <br>And all I could utter was--'Teddy O'Neale!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I ever forget when the big ship was ready, <br>And the moment was come when my love must depart; <br>How I sobbed like a spalpeen, 'Good-bye to you, Teddy!' <br>With drops on my cheek and a stone at my heart. <br>He says 'tis to better his fortune he's roving, <br>But what would be gold to the joy I should feel, <br>If I saw him come back to me, honest and loving, <br>Still poor, but my own darling, Teddy O'Neale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eliza+Cook">Eliza Cook</a><div class=q>
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As neat a mud palace as ever was seen; 
And considering it served to keep poultry and pigs in, 
I'm sure it was always most elegant clean. 
But now all about it seems lonely and dreary, 
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