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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476273" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Asses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I KNOW where I'd get<br>An ass that would do,<br>If I had the money<br>A pound or two.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said a ragged man<br>To my uncle one day;<br>He got the money<br>And went on his way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after that time<br>In market or fair<br>I'd look at the asses<br>That might be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wonder what kind<br>Of an ass would do<br>For a ragged man<br>With a pound or two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the black and roan horses the street would fill,<br>Their manes and tails streaming, and they standing still,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their owners, the men of estate, would be there,<br>Refusing gold guineas for a colt or a mare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one, maybe, riding up and down like a squire<br>So that buyers from Dublin might see and admire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hunter or racer come to be sold<br>And be willing and ready to pay out their gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With men slouching beside them and buyers not near<br>It's no wonder the asses held down head and ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had been sold or in by-ways bought<br>For a few half-crowns tied up in a knot,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And no one so poor as to buy one might come<br>To that fair that had horses so well prized at home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then it fell out<br>That at Arva or Scrabbey,<br>At some down-county fair,<br>Or Mohill or Abbey,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On two asses I happened<br>Without duress or dole<br>They were there in the market,<br>A dam and her foal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the owner, a woman,<br>Did not slouch or stand,<br>But in her cart sitting<br>Was as grand as the grand;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a queen out of Connacht<br>From her toe to her tip,<br>Like proud Crania Uaile<br>On the deck of her ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And her hair 'twas a mane:<br>The blackberries growing<br>Out of the hedge-rows<br>Have the sheen it was showing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There kind was with kind<br>Like the flowers in the grasses<br>If the owner was fine,<br>As fine were her asses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White, white was the mother<br>As a dusty white road;<br>Black on back and on shoulders<br>The cross-marking showed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was tall she could carry<br>A youth stout of limb,<br>Or bear down from her mountain<br>The bride decked for him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such was the mother<br>The foal's hide was brown,<br>All fleecy and curly,<br>And soft like bog-down;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it nuzzled its mother,<br>Its head to her knee,<br>And blue were its eyes<br>Like the pools of the sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I thought all the silver<br>My uncle could draw<br>Might not pay for the creatures<br>That that day I saw;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I thought that old Damer,<br>Who had troughs made of gold,<br>Could not pay for the asses,<br>The young and the old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I think of them still<br>When I see on the roads<br>Asses unyoked,<br>And asses with loads;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One running and trotting,<br>With harness loose,<br>And a man striking and hitting<br>Where his stick has use;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one with a hide<br>Like a patched-on sack<br>And two creels of turf<br>Upon its back;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one in the market,<br>Meek and brown,<br>Its head to the cart-shafts<br>That are down;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eating its forage<br>A wisp of hay;<br>In the dust of the highway<br>Munching away;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unmarked in the market<br>As might be a mouse<br>Behind a low stool<br>In a quiet house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I think of the pair<br>Horses might not surpass<br>The dam and her foal,<br>The white ass and brown ass.</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>
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An ass that would do,
If I had the money
A pound or two.'

Said a ragged man
To my uncle one day;
He got the money
And went on his way.

And after that time
In market or fair
I'd look at the asses
That might be there.

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