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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spinning Songs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A MOUNTAIN SPINNING SONG<br>(A Young Girl sings it)<br>THE Lannan Shee<br>Watched the young man Brian<br>Cross over the stile towards his father's door,<br>And she said, 'No help,<br>For now he'll see<br>His byre, his bawn, and his threshing-floor!<br>And, oh, the swallows<br>Forget all wonders<br>When walls with the nests rise up once more!'<br>My strand is knit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Out of the dream<br>Of me, into<br>The round of his labour he will grow;<br>To spread his fields<br>In the winds of spring,<br>And tramp the heavy glebe and sow;<br>And cut and clamp<br>And rear the turf<br>Until the season when they mow.'<br>My wheel runs smooth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And while he toils<br>In field and bog<br>He will be anxious in his mind<br>About the thatch<br>Of barn and rick<br>Against the reiving autumn wind,<br>And how to make<br>His gap and gate<br>Secure against the thieving kind.'<br>My wool is fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He has gone back;<br>No more I'll see<br>Mine image in his deepening eyes;<br>Then I'll lean above<br>The Well of the Bride,<br>And with my beauty, peace will rise!<br>O autumn star<br>In a lake well hid,<br>Fill up my heart and make me wise!'<br>My quick brown wheel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The women bring<br>Their pitchers here<br>At the time when the stir of the house is o'er;<br>They'll see my face<br>In the well-water,<br>And they'll never lift their pitchers more.<br>For each will say<br>'How beautiful<br>Why should I labour any more!<br>Indeed I come<br>Of a race so fine<br>'Twere waste to labour any more!''<br>My thread is spun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>AN ISLAND SPINNING SONG<br>(An Older Girl sings if)<br>One came before her and said, beseeching,<br>'I have fortune and I have lands,<br>And if you'll share in the goods of my household<br>All my treasure's at your commands.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she said to him, 'The goods you proffer<br>Are far from my mind as the silk of the sea!<br>The arms of him, my young love, round me,<br>Is all the treasure that's true for me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Proud you are, then, proud of your beauty,<br>But beauty's a flower will soon decay;<br>The fairest flowers they bloom in the summer,<br>They bloom one summer, and they fade away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My heart is sad, then, for the little flower<br>That must so wither where fair it grew<br>He who has my heart in keeping,<br>I would he had my body too.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A MIDLAND SPINNING SONG<br>(An Old Woman sings if)<br>There was an oul' trooper went riding by<br>On the road to Carricknabauna,<br>And sorrow is better to sing than cry<br>On the way to Carricknabauna!<br>And as this oul' trooper went riding on<br>He heard this sung by a crone, a crone<br>On the road to Carricknabauna!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'd spread my cloak for you, young lad,<br>Were it only the breadth of a farthen,<br>And if your mind was as good as your word.<br>In troth, it's you I'd rather!<br>In dread of ere forgetting this,<br>And before we go any farther,<br>Hoist me up to the top of the hill,<br>And show me Carricknabauna!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Carricknabauna, Carricknabauna,<br>Would you show me Carricknabauna?<br>I lost a horse at Cruckmaelinn,<br>At the Cross of Bunratty I dropped a limb,<br>But I left my youth on the crown of the hill<br>Over by Carricknabauna!'<br>Girls, young girls, the rush-light is done.<br>What will I do till my thread is spun?</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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(A Young Girl sings it)
THE Lannan Shee
Watched the young man Brian
Cross over the stile towards his father's door,
And she said, 'No help,
For now he'll see
His byre, his bawn, and his threshing-floor!
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