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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Widower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh I have worn my mourning out,<br>And on her grave the green grass grows;<br>So I will hang each sorry clout<br>High in the corn to scare the crows.<br>And I will buy a peacock tie,<br>And coat of cloth of Donegal;<br>Then to the Farmer's Fair I'll hie<br>And peek in at the Barley Ball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But though the fiddlers saw a jig<br>I used to foot when I was wed,<br>I'll walk me home and feed the pig,<br>And go a lonesome man to bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I will wait another year,<br>As any decent chap would do,<br>Till I can think without a tear<br>Of her whose eyes were cornflower blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then to the Harvest Ball I'll hie,<br>And I will wear a flower-sprigged vest;<br>For Maggie has a nut-brown eyes,<br>And we will foot it with the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if kind-minded she should be<br>To wife me - 'tis the will if God . . .<br>But Oh the broken heart f me<br>For her who lies below the sod!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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And on her grave the green grass grows;
So I will hang each sorry clout
High in the corn to scare the crows.
And I will buy a peacock tie,
And coat of cloth of Donegal;
Then to the Farmer's Fair I'll hie
And peek in..."></div>
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