<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Old Song Re-sung</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I went down through Dublin city<br>At the hour of twelve of the night,<br>Who did I see but a Spanish lady<br>Washing her feet by candle light.<br>First she washed them,<br>Then she dried them,<br>All by a fire of amber coals,<br>In all my life I never did see<br>A maid so neat about the soles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked her would she come a-walking,<br>And we went on where the small bats flew,<br>A coach I called then to instate her,<br>And on we went till the grey cocks crew.<br>Combs of amber<br>In her hair were,<br>And her eyes had every spell,<br>In all my life I never did see<br>A maid whom I could love so well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when I came to where I found her,<br>And set her down from the halted coach,<br>Who was there waiting, his arms folded,<br>But that fatal swordsman, Tiger Roache?<br>Then blades were out,<br>And 'twas thrust and cut,<br>And never wrist gave me more affright,<br>Till I lay low upon the floor<br>Where she stood holding the candle light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, O ye bucks of Dublin city,<br>If I should see at twelve of the night,<br>In any chamber, such lovely lady<br>Washing her feet by candle light,<br>And drying o'er<br>Soles neat as hers,<br>All by a fire of amber coal<br>Your blades be dimmed! I'd whisper her,<br>And take her for a midnight stroll!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</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=476269" data-title="An Old Song Re-sung de Padraic Colum" data-description="As I went down through Dublin city At the hour of twelve of the night, Who did I see but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candle light. First she washed them, Then she dried them, All by a fire of amber coals, In all my life I never did see A ma..."></div> </div> </div>

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