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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dublin Roads</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN you were a lad that lacked a trade,<br>Oh, many's the thing you'd see on the way<br>From Kill-o'-the-Grange to Ballybrack,<br>And from Cabinteely down into Bray,<br>When you walked these roads the whole of a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High walls there would be to the left and right,<br>With ivies growing across the top,<br>And a briary ditch on the other side,<br>And a place where a quiet goat might crop,<br>And a wayside bench where a man could stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hen that had found a thing in her sleep,<br>One would think, the way she went craw-craw-cree,<br>You would hear as you sat on the bench was there,<br>And a cock that thought he crew mightily,<br>And all the stir of the world would be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cart that went creaking along the road,<br>And another cart that kept coming a-near;<br>A man breaking stones; for bits of the day<br>One stroke and another would come to you clear,<br>And then no more from that stone-breaker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his day went by as the clouds went by,<br>As hammer in hand he sat alone,<br>Breaking the mendings of the road;<br>The dazzles up from the stones were thrown<br>When, after the rain, the sun down-shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you'd leave him there, that stone-breaker,<br>And you'd wonder who came to see what was done<br>By him in a day, or a month, or a week:<br>He broke a stone and another one,<br>And you left him there and you travelled on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A quiet road! You would get to know<br>The briars and stones along by the way;<br>A dozen times you'd see last year's nest;<br>A peacock's cry, a pigeon astray<br>Would be marks enough to set on a day;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or the basket-carriers you would meet<br>A man and a woman they were a pair!<br>The woman going beside his heel:<br>A straight-walking man with a streak of him bare,<br>And eyes that would give you a crafty stare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coming down from the hills they'd have ferns to sell,<br>Going up from the strand they'd have cockles in stock:<br>Sand in their baskets from the sea,<br>Or clay that was stripped from a hillside rock<br>A pair that had often stood in the dock!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or a man that played on a tin-whistle:<br>He looked as he'd taken a scarecrow's rig;<br>Playing and playing as though his mind<br>Could do nothing else but go to a jig,<br>And no one around him, little or big.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you'd meet no man else until you came<br>Where you could look down upon the sedge,<br>And watch the Dargle water flow,<br>And men smoke pipes on the bridge's ledge,<br>While a robin sang by the haws in a hedge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or no bird sang, and the bird-catchers<br>Would have talk enough for a battle gained,<br>When they came from the field and stood by the bridge,<br>Taking shelter beside it while it rained,<br>While the bird new-caught huddled and strained</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this cage or that, a linnet or finch,<br>And the points it had were declared and surmised:<br>And this one's tail was spread out, and there<br>Two little half-moons, the marks that were prized;<br>And you looked well on the bird assized.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then men would go by with a rick of hay<br>Piled on a cart; with them you would be<br>Walking beside the piled-up load:<br>It would seem as it left the horses free,<br>They went with such stride and so heartily-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so you'll go back along the road.</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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Oh, many's the thing you'd see on the way
From Kill-o'-the-Grange to Ballybrack,
And from Cabinteely down into Bray,
When you walked these roads the whole of a day.

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