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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416695" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Marthy Ellen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They's nothin' in the name to strike<br>A feller more'n common like!<br>'Taint liable to git no praise<br>Ner nothin' like it nowadays;<br>An' yit that name o' her'n is jest<br>As purty as the purtiest--<br>And more 'n that, I'm here to say<br>I'll live a-thinkin' thataway<br>And die far Marthy Ellen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be I was prejudust<br>In favor of it from the fust--<br>'Cause I kin ricollect jest how<br>We met, and hear her mother now<br>A-callin' of her down the road--<br>And, aggervatin' little toad!--<br>I see her now, jes' sort o' half-<br>Way disapp'inted, turn and laugh<br>And mock her--'Marthy Ellen!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our people never had no fuss,<br>And yit they never tuck to us;<br>We neighbered back and foreds some;<br>Until they see she liked to come<br>To our house--and me and her<br>Were jest together ever'whur<br>And all the time--and when they'd see<br>That I liked her and she liked me,<br>They'd holler 'Marthy Ellen!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we growed up, and they shet down<br>On me and her a-runnin' roun'<br>Together, and her father said<br>He'd never leave her nary red,<br>So he'p him, ef she married me,<br>And so on--and her mother she<br>Jest agged the gyrl, and said she 'lowed<br>She'd ruther see her in her shroud,<br>I _writ_ to Marthy Ellen--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is, I kindo' tuck my pen<br>In hand, and stated whur and when<br>The undersigned would be that night,<br>With two good hosses saddled right<br>Far lively travelin' in case<br>Her folks 'ud like to jine the race.<br>She sent the same note back, and writ<br>'The rose is red!' right under it--<br>'Your 'n allus, Marthy Ellen.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's all, I reckon--Nothin' more<br>To tell but what you've heerd afore--<br>The same old story, sweeter though<br>Far all the trouble, don't you know.<br>Old-fashioned name! and yit it's jest<br>As purty as the purtiest;<br>And more 'n that, I'm here to say<br>I'll live a-thinking thataway,<br>And die far Marthy Ellen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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A feller more'n common like!
'Taint liable to git no praise
Ner nothin' like it nowadays;
An' yit that name o' her'n is jest
As purty as the purtiest--
And more 'n that, I'm here to say
I'll live a-thinkin' tha..."></div>
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