Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nobody Cometh To Woo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark,<br>And I opened the window to see,<br>When every maiden went by with her spark<br>But neer a one came to me.<br>And O dear what will become of me?<br>And O dear what shall I do,<br>When nobody whispers to marry me--<br>Nobody cometh to woo?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None's born for such troubles as I be:<br>If the sun wakens first in the morn<br>'Lazy hussy' my parents both call me,<br>And I must abide by their scorn,<br>For nobody cometh to marry me,<br>Nobody cometh to woo,<br>So here in distress must I tarry me--<br>What can a poor maiden do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I sigh through the window when Jerry<br>The ploughman goes by, I grow bold;<br>And if I'm disposed to be merry,<br>My parents do nothing but scold;<br>And Jerry the clown, and no other,<br>Eer cometh to marry or woo;<br>They think me the moral of mother<br>And judge me a terrible shrew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For mother she hateth all fellows,<br>And spinning's my father's desire,<br>While the old cat growls bass with the bellows<br>If eer I hitch up to the fire.<br>I make the whole house out of humour,<br>I wish nothing else but to please,<br>Would fortune but bring a new comer<br>To marry, and make me at ease!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I've nothing my leisure to hinder<br>I scarce get as far as the eaves;<br>Her head's instant out of the window<br>Calling out like a press after thieves.<br>The young men all fall to remarking,<br>And laugh till they're weary to see't,<br>While the dogs at the noise begin barking,<br>And I slink in with shame from the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother's aye jealous of loving,<br>My father's aye jealous of play,<br>So what with them both there's no moving,<br>I'm in durance for life and a day.<br>O who shall I get for to marry me?<br>Who will have pity to woo?<br>Tis death any longer to tarry me,<br>And what shall a poor maiden do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419460" data-title="Nobody Cometh To Woo de John Clare" data-description="On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
And O dear what will become of me?
And O dear what shall I do,
When nobody whispers to marry me--
Nobody cometh..."></div>
</div>
</div>